She stood in the centre of the platform for a moment, awkwardly, almost shyly; then moved on as men's voices began to shout "Encore! 'core!" and left the platform by the side staircase.
But there, behind the scenes, in the semi-darkness of screens and curtains, a fresh surprise awaited Jane, more startling than the enthusiastic tumult of her audience.
At the foot of the staircase stood Garth Dalmain.

His face was absolutely colourless, and his eyes shone out from it like burning stars.

He remained motionless until she stepped from the last stair and stood close to him.

Then with a sudden movement he caught her by the shoulders and turned her round.
"Go back!" he said, and the overmastering need quivering in his voice drew Jane's eyes to his in mute astonishment.

"Go back at once and sing it all over again, note for note, word for word, just as before.