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Saturday was a windy, bright April day. There were boys on the streets selling violets and daffodils, and all the barrel-organs were out playing O Sole Mio! Lucy was in high spirits and felt sure of a happy ending--Harry was leaving tomorrow.
It chanced that Lucy had never heard even the prelude to Lohengrin played by an orchestra; the first measures caught her unaware. Before the first act was half over she was longing to be alone; this wasn't the kind of opera to be hearing with Harry. She found herself leaning away from him as far as possible. The music kept bringing back things she used to feel in Sebastian's studio; belief in an invisible, inviolable world. When the act closed and the lights were turned on, her eyes were still shining with tears. If Harry had begun to tease, it wouldn't have mattered then. But he didn't. He glanced sidewise at her and then read his program. Presently he ventured a remark.