The Way of Ambition is a Fiction Short Story Book. "We want a new note in English music", said Charmian, in her clear and slightly authoritative voice. "The Hallelujah Chorus era has gone at last to join all the Victorian relics. And the nation is drifting musically. Of course we have a few composers who are being silly in the attempt to be original, and a few others who still believe that all the people can stand in the way of home grown products is a ballad or a Te Deum. But what we want is an English composer with a soul. I'm getting quite sick of heads. They are bearable in literature. But when it comes to music, one's whole being clamors for more". "I have heard a new note in English music", observed a middle aged, bald and lively looking man, who was sitting on the opposite side of the drawing room in Berkeley Square. "Oh, but, Max, you always " "An absolutely new note", interrupted Max Elliot with enthusiastic emphasis, turning to the man with the sarcastic mouth who had just spoken. "Your French blood makes you so inclined to incredulity, Paul, that you are incapable of believing anything but that I am carried away". "As usual!" "As sometimes happens, I admit. But you will allow that in matters musical my opinion is worth something, my serious and deliberately formed opinion". "How long has this opinion been forming?" "Some months". "Some months!" exclaimed Charmian. "You've kept your new note to yourself all that time! Is it a woman? But of course it can't be. I don't believe there will ever be a great woman composer". "It is not a woman". "Was it born in the gutter?" asked Paul Lane.