So, with a long, lingering, sentimental caress he left her. And as she climbed the stairs to the attic bedroom that night her one thought was: “Fancy me marrying George Trant! Me!”
The idea at firsy seemed fantastic.
But after a while she accepted it as a more or less logical sequence. And he was undoubtedly in love with her. And she with him? Oh yes. At least.... “Why not?” she asked herself, and echo within her answered solemnly, “I know of no reason at all....”
CHAPTER XII
DISCONTENT
§ 1
HER first periodic “supervision” by Razounov took place early in the New Year, and once again coincided with an engagement of Razounov to play Chopin at the Bockley Hippodrome.
He puffed serenely at a cigarette while she played the Kreutzer Sonata. At the end he said:
“Nicely, oh yais, quite nicely.... And thees ees—let me see—thees ees Mees—Mees—”
“Weston,” put in Verreker.
“Ah, yais, ... plays quite nicely, eh? ... A leetle more technique, and—more—more—what ees the word?—characterization, eh?”