"And how's your aunt?" Fitzie was asking.
"I'm rather worried about her ... Poor Aunt M. hasn't been a bit well this last month. I've been trying to get her to go south."
"I should think Florida 'ld be just the thing."
"She's afraid she'd be lonely."
"Why don't you go with her?"
"But my music, Fitzie! I can't afford to lose a whole winter at this stage of the game, and Salinski's promised me some extra hours."
"O, I see."
Nan frowned.
"You don't mean you think I ought to give up everything and go, do you?"
"Of course not, but the conflict between one's love for one's family and one's wanting a career is sometimes dreadful, positively dreadful ... Of course, it's none of my business and I shan't say anything one way or the other."