He could not hold her!
"Didn't we like it, Theo?" she urged, turning to the young man.
"To tell the truth, I didn't hear a note," he admitted, not in the least
shamefacedly. "I was looking at you."
"Lucky young beggar," laughed Joyselle, "small wonder! You two make a
very pleasant picture," he added, "and in a year or two----"
"Father," protested Theo, blushing scarlet in quick French sympathy for
the strange susceptibilities of his English fiancee, "don't!"
Brigit rose slowly. "I must go and say good night to Tommy," she said.
"I shall be down in a few minutes."
Tommy was in bed, reading a very large book by the light of an electric
lamp.
"What have you got there?" his sister asked, lying down by him and
pressing her face to the cool pillow.
"Oh, nothing. I just thought I ought to know something about--_Amatis_.
It's very interesting," he returned solemnly, and then burst out: "Oh,
Bick, isn't he _simply glorious_!"
"Yes, Tommy."
"There was never anyone like him. Not only the fiddling,
but--everything. Don't you think so? Don't you, Bicky?" he persisted
anxiously.
"Yes, Tommy, dear."
"I do think you the luckiest girl in the whole world.
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