fathom. She isn’t a child like most of ‘em. She’s as strong-headed as I am myself, every bit!”

He paused, as if inwardly working at the problem.

“Well, and how did you make it up?” Sullivan asked briskly.

(As for me, I felt as if I had come suddenly into the centre of the great world.)

“Oh, nothing happened for a time. She sang in Paris and America, and took her proper place as the first soprano in the world. I did without her, and managed very well. Then early this spring she sent her agent to see me, and offered to sing ten times for three thousand pounds. They can’t keep away from London, you know. New York and Chicago are all very well for money, but if they don’t