THE SONG OF THE LARK
tions. "Such things used to go better than they do now, I believe. Seems to me all the married people I knew when I was a boy were happy enough." He paused again and bit the end off a fresh cigar. "You never saw Thea's mother, did you, Ottenburg? That 's a pity. Mrs. Kronborg was a fine woman. I 've always been afraid Thea made a mistake, not coming home when Mrs. Kronborg was ill, no matter what it cost her."
Ottenburg moved about restlessly. "She could n't, Archie, she positively could n't. I felt you never understood that, but I was in Dresden at the time, and though I was n't seeing much of her, I could size up the situation for myself. It was by just a lucky chance that she got to sing Elizabeth that time at the Dresden Opera, a complication of circumstances. If she 'd run away, for any reason, she might have waited years for such a chance to come again. She gave a wonderful performance and made a great impression. They offered her certain terms; she had to take them and follow it up then and there. In that game you can't lose a single trick. She was ill herself, but she sang. Her mother was ill, and she sang. No, you must n't hold that against her, Archie. She did the right thing there." Ottenburg drew out his watch. "Hello! I must be traveling. You hear from her regularly?"
"More or less regularly. She was never much of a letter-writer. She tells me about her engagements and contracts, but I know so little about that business that it does n't mean much to me beyond the figures, which seem very impressive. We 've had a good deal of business correspondence, about putting up a stone to her father and mother, and, lately, about her youngest brother, Thor. He is with me now; he drives my car. To-day he 's up at the mine."
Ottenburg, who had picked up his overcoat, dropped it. "Drives your car?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes. Thea and I have had a good deal of bother about Thor. We tried a business college, and an engineering
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