"I? Heavens, no! You want a professional."
"What! and practice an hour every day?" cried the horrified Pat.
"Two hours. Three probably. It would be worth it."
"I'd be bored to a frazz."
"You're bored with anything that means work, discipline, self-restraint. Aren't you, Pat?"
"Are you going to lecture me again? I love it," she observed unexpectedly and with a brilliant smile.
In spite of himself he laughed. "No. I'm going to take you to the concert. Get your hat."
Settling herself in the car like a contented kitten, Pat presently said: "There's something I want to tell you, Mr. Scott. Only it isn't too easy to begin."
"Why not? We're friends, aren't we?"
"Right! That makes it easier. You remember at the club; what we talked about?"