"Immensely. She's—as she calls it—tickled to death with the Americans in their own country. She meant to stay only one night, but she was there three weeks. It seems all New York has gone mad over Jacques Sennier."
"I'm glad they see how really fine his opera is," Claude said, seriously, even earnestly.
"Margot says when the Americans like anything they are the most enthusiastic nation in the world."
"If it is so it's a fine trait in the national character, I think."
How impersonal he sounded. She longed for the creeping music of jealousy in his voice. If only Claude would be jealous of Sennier!
She spoke lightly of other things, and presently said:
"How is the work getting on?"
There was a slight pause. Then Claude said:
"The work?"
"Yes, yours."