Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and
over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and
umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter
contrived to have a violent quarrel. "I should like to know where Mr. ’
‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments
of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated,
and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. If they had any idea the concerts he had seen, they would
have known the quality of her playing. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best
for you. ‘What’s more, I wouldn’t
blame her. I have
suffered all this. From time to time, however, he was baffled.
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