"I know I'd like it," she said with enthusiasm; "but I never had a chance to try."
"You haven't!" exclaimed Barstow. "What a shame! Some night, if you like, I'll take you to an academy—a nice quiet one, mostly for beginners—where they give lessons. If you'd like, I'll teach you myself."
Delight showed in Daisy's face.
"Good!" said Barstow. "It's a go. How about to-n—" He broke off short. Linnevitch, very surly and very big, was within hearing, although his attention appeared elsewhere.
"Some time soon, then," said Barstow in a lower voice, and aloud, "Well, good-night, Miss Obloski."
Her eyes were upon the glass door and the darkness beyond into which Barstow had disappeared. She was returned to earth by Linnevitch's voice close to her ear. It was gentle and understanding.
"You like dot feller—eh?"
Daisy blushed very crimson, but her great eyes were steadfast and without guile. "I like him very much, Mr. Linnevitch."
"Not too much—eh?"