"Truly, Maestro, I had not thought of it like that," he admitted. "But I think her faith in me will carry us through," he added confidently.
"Never! Never! Women are not made like that."
"And perhaps, later on, if things go well, I shall be able to tell her all."
"And much good that will do! Diavolo! When the time comes that things go well—if it ever does come—"
"It will. It shall," said Max firmly.
"Well, if it does—I ask you, can she then continue her life as an artiste?"
Max reflected.
"Yes, if I remain in England—which I hope to do. I counted on that when I asked her to marry me. I think I shall be able to arrange it."
"If! If! Are you going to hang your wife's happiness upon an 'if'?"
Baroni spoke with intense anger. "And 'if' you cannot remain in
England, if you haf to go back—there? Can your wife still appear as
a public singer?"
"No," acknowledged Max slowly. "I suppose not."