I feel as though I could not bear to give her up now.

Moreover, this idea of claiming his child may be merely a whim on the part of her father.

He is liable to forget her inside of six weeks." Grace listened to Miss Nevin in breathless silence.

It was all like a story-book romance.
Anne sat gazing off into space, thinking dreamily of the great virtuoso who had found after years of selfish pleasure and devotion to himself that blood was thicker than water.

She fancied she could picture his pride when he beheld Eleanor and realized that she was his own child, and Eleanor's rapture when she knew that her father was master of the violin she worshipped.
Suddenly an idea popped into Anne's head that was a positive inspiration.
"Why not ask him to come down for our concert ?" she said, amazed at her own audacity in suggesting such a thing.