Joyselle?"
"The third of June."
"I--I always come. I have come for years, and last June I heard you in
Paris. You must like playing with Colonne."
"I do. He is a wonderful director. But--I did not know that you liked
music, Mr. Carron."
"I have always liked it. And no one plays the violin as you do."
He would not have hesitated to lie about the matter, had it been
necessary, but he happened to be telling the truth, and his weary voice
carried conviction.
Joyselle smiled. "I am glad," he said.
The two men eyed each other for a moment, and much was decided by their
gaze.
Carron broke the silence. "Did I not see you the other day in Chelsea. I
was motoring, and going very fast; but I think it was you."
"It is possible. I have a studio in Tite Street. I go there to
practise. It is very quiet there, at the top of the house, and I am very
nervous when I am working."
Carron nodded absently; this did not interest him. At the other end of
the table one of the Italian secretaries was talking about the Ascot
favourite to Freddy Fane, who had recently divorced his chorus girl and
stopped drinking, and who was supposed to be looked on with a favourable
eye by old Mrs.
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