Chapter 26

It really didn't seem to matter. Jo could think of nothing except the magnificent music, its effect much more weirdly beautiful than could ever have been achieved indoors. When Herminie La Salle came on to sing they all listened as to a young goddess--which was really, as Dallas had said, the effect she produced. He himself seemed absorbed in her. He sat motionless with folded arms, head uplifted, and eyes intent, until the last note of her final encore had died away and she had refused another. Then he applauded f…