Joan thought quickly; she knew instinctively that her moment had come. It was now or never with Milly.
"Do you want to marry him?" she asked quietly.
Milly looked up, a little smile trembling over her tear-stained face.
"Of course not," she said. "Would you want to marry Jack?"
"Well, then, look here; do you still want to go to the Royal College, or have you lost all interest in your fiddle?"
"Lost interest? Why, I want it more than anything on earth; you know I do."
"Right!" said Joan; "then you shall go. I'll speak to Mother to-morrow."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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"IT'S no good, Mother," said Joan firmly. "Things like this can happen, they do happen; it's human nature, I suppose."