Then, with a tact beyond her years, she changed the subject of their talk.

She would not endanger the durability of his aspiration by discussing it.

"To go back to what we were speaking of," she said, "you will go to the workshop this afternoon, Tista, won't you ?" "Yes," he said mechanically.

"What else should I do?
Oh, Lucia, my darling, I cannot bear this uncertainty," he cried, suddenly giving vent to his feelings.

"Where will it end?
He may have changed, he may be all you say he is to-day, all that he was not yesterday, but do you really believe he has given up his wild idea?
It is not all as it should be, and that is not his nature.