And when Owen returned he found Evelyn in tears. But with his scrupulous tact he avoided any allusion to her grief, and while she bathed her eyes she thanked him in her heart for this. Her father would have fretted and fussed and maddened her with questions, but Owen cheered her with sanguine smiles and seemed to look forward to her success as a natural sequence, any interruption to which it would be idle to anticipate; and he cleverly drew her thoughts from doubt in her own ability into consideration of the music she was going to sing. She suggested the jewel song in “Faust,” or the waltz in “Romeo and Juliet.” But he was of the opinion that she had better sing the music she was in the habit of singing; for choice, one of Purcell’s songs, the “Epithalamium,” or the song from the “Indian Q
