She and Dal and Myra were practically alone.

Her calm eyes were full of quiet amusement as she steadfastly met the anxious look in Garth's, and answered his question.
"Yes, I know.

But the acoustic properties of the room are very perfect, and I have learned to throw my voice.

Perhaps you may not know--in fact, how should you know ?--but I have had the immense privilege of studying with Madame Marchesi in Paris, and of keeping up to the mark since by an occasional delightful hour with her no less gifted daughter in London.

So I ought to know all there is to know about the management of a voice, if I have at all adequately availed myself of such golden opportunities." These quiet words were Greek to Myra, conveying no more to her mind than if Jane had said: "I have been learning Tonic sol-fa." In fact, not quite so much, seeing that Lady Ingleby had herself once tried to master the Tonic sol-fa system in order to instruct her men and maids in part-singing.