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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: to give them to him. It's no use, Fanny. You lose."
In that moment she reached a mark in her spiritual career
that she was to outdistance but once.
Theodore was bowing again. Fanny had scarcely realized that
he had finished. The concert was over.
". . . the group of dances," the man behind her was saying
as he helped the girl next him with her coat, "but I didn't
like that first thing. Church music, not concert."
Fanny found her way back to the ante-room. Theodore was
talking to the conductor, and one or two others. He looked
tired, and his eyes found Fanny's with appeal and
Fanny Herself | 
