He was sitting almost sideways on the back seat to look at her and he sensed that she was thinking about what he had said.
After a moment she replied hesitatingly,
“Perhaps I was – wrong – and Papa would want his music to – make people happy and – inspire them.”
“Of course he would!” the Duke agreed. “I cannot believe that you, as a Hungarian, believe that death is the end, either for your father or for the music he has given to the world.”
What the Duke said was so surprising, not only to Vanola but also to himself that he ceased speaking and she turned her head to look at him, her eyes very large in her small face.
“Do you – really believe,” she said in a voice that he could hardly hear, “that Papa is – still alive?”
“His spirit and his genius is something that will never die!” the
