Once, however, she had heard him begin something from Thais, and stop in the middle of it; and that convinced her that he was a master.

She was fond of good music.

One day she asked Gregory why he did not teach music instead of valeting at a hotel.

His answer had been illuminative.

It was only his body that pressed clothes; but it would have torn his soul to listen daily to the agonized bow of the novice.