And it shamed her.
Very sternly these days Billy reminded herself of what Kate had said about Bertram's belonging first to his Art.

She thought with mortification, too, that it _did_ look as if she were not the proper wife for an artist if she were going to feel like this--always.

Very resolutely, then, Billy turned to her music.

This was all the more easily done, for, not only did she have her usual concerts and the opera to enjoy, but she had become interested in an operetta her club was about to give; also she had taken up the new song again.

Christmas being over, Mr.Arkwright had been to the house several times.