He stopped, said nothing more.
"Let us believe in the opera," she exclaimed—"your own child. Then others will believe in it, too. Alston does."
She looked up at him with the tears still shining in her eyes.
"And Jacob Crayford shall."
After a moment she added:
"If only you leave him to me and don't spoil things."
"How could I spoil my own music?" he asked.
But she only answered:
"Oh, Claude, there are things you don't understand!"