II

The following day an astounding thing came to pass. The president of

the college and the dean of the musical faculty called on Miss Trench.

They wanted to offer her a position in the conservatory. Naturally

it could not be an actual professorship. A seventeen-year-old girl

... without a degree. They thought she might give recitals in the

neighbouring towns, and take pupils in advanced technique. It would

mean much to the college to announce an instructor who had studied

with the great Ysaye. No one need know how young she was. Indeed she

was altogether different from the immature girl they remembered--quite

dignified and impressive. Marvellously changed.

“If they knew what changed her,” Mrs. Trench reflected, her gorge

rising, “they wouldn’t be flattering her this way.” It was a mistake

to tell that about the King of Belgium. She hadn’t thought about the

effect on Eileen. Of late she blundered at every turn. Somehow things

were slipping out of her grasp.

After they had gone, Eileen ran breathless to Vine Cottage to tell

Judith. She could not contemplate any step without that guidance or

approval.

“Lary will be pleased. This will put an end to your mother’s plan of

having you enter the freshman class next Monday. But ... Eileen, I have

an idea. You are not going to stop studying. I wonder if you and I

couldn’t--I’m a horribly uneducated person.”

“With Lary for tutor, you mean? Well, in the first place, my brother’s

no salesman when it comes to the things he knows. He can lay them out

on the counter and let you pick what you want. What I want most is

Latin. And he thinks it is bald and plebeian, compared with Greek. Syd

reads Horace, in the original, to rest him when he’s tired and can’t

get his mind off of the sick babies and their fool mothers. I’m crazy

to translate Ovid and--”

“Syd’s just the thing. Don’t tell Lary, but I foundered on the Greek

alphabet. It simply wouldn’t stick in my memory. I substituted organic

chemistry. My classicist husband would be disgusted.”

“Lary’s a prig--and I love him! Judith, it was worth it--just to get

acquainted with my brother.”

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