"Please don't stop," he cried, as he went in; "I want to hear if the pupil is worthy of her mistress."
Mrs. Wornock came to meet him, and Suzette went on playing, with only a smile and a nod to her sweetheart.
"She is getting on capitally. She has a real delight in music," announced Mrs. Wornock.
"How happy you are looking this morning!"
"I have had good news. My son is on his way home."
"I congratulate you."
"He is coming home for his long leave. I shall have him for nearly a year."
"How happy you will be! I have just been studying his portrait."
"You are so like him."
"Oh, only a rough copy—a charcoal sketch on coarse paper,—nothing to boast of," said Allan, with a curious laugh.