I forget which she attempted ultimately." "She is quite serious about her art," put in Cicely; "she's studied a good deal abroad and worked hard at mastering the technique of her profession.

She's not a mere amateur with a hankering after the footlights.

I fancy she will do well." "But what do her people say about it ?" asked Yeovil.
"Oh, they're simply furious about it," answered Joan; "the idea of a daughter of the house of Mustelford prancing and twisting about the stage for Prussian officers and Hamburg Jews to gaze at is a dreadful cup of humiliation for them.

It's unfortunate, of course, that they should feel so acutely about it, but still one can understand their point of view." "I don't see what other point of view they could possibly take," said Yeovil sharply; "if Gorla thinks that the necessities of art, or her own inclinations, demand that she should dance in public, why can't she do it in Paris or even Vienna?
Anywhere would be better, one would think, than in London under present conditions." He had given Joan the indication that she was looking for as to his attitude towards the fait accompli.

Without asking a question she had discovered that husband and wife were divided on the fundamental issue that underlay all others at the present moment.