It
offended his sense of the proprieties to see his divinity reduced to such
necessities, and he did not at all approve of her surroundings.
"When are you coming home?" he asked abruptly.
Eleanor's eyes dropped.
"That depends. I may be here all summer. I've had an engagement offered
me."
Quin's hands grew cold. "You don't mean that you're going to act for
_pay_?"
"Of course. Why not? That's what I've been working for."
"But I thought when you tried it out that you would change your
mind--that you wouldn't like it as much as you thought you would."
"But I _do_. I adore it! Nothing on earth can ever make me give it up!"
Quin's heart sank. "But I thought you'd had enough," he said. "I thought
you were homesick and lonesome."
"Who wouldn't have been? Look at the way they have treated me at home? Do
you know, none of them ever write to me any more?"
Quin tried not to look guilty, but the fact that he had counseled this
course of discipline weighed upon him.
"Haven't I written enough for the family?" he asked.
But she was not to be put off.
"They treat me as if I had done something disgraceful!" she said
indignantly.
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