Stuart held her hands tightly.
"I never heard you sing so divinely!"
"Then I'm very happy."
"How could you sing at all under such conditions?"
"I had one good listener."
"I could have killed them because they wouldn't hear you."
"But you enjoyed it?"
"It lifted me to the gates of heaven, dear."
"Then I don't care whether any one else heard it or not. But I did so much wish that she might have heard it, or her husband, because they are from the South. I thought they would be as charmed with the old song as you have always been and I'd make a hit with them, perhaps."
"But I don't understand, your father hates Bivens so."