Do for Heaven's sake make a sensation.

Help me out! You know how!' Lady Bridget had a funny inscrutable little smile and a gleam in her eyes which crinkled up when she was going to say or do something rather naughty.
'I'll do my best, Rosamond.

But you don't think it would be a dangerous experiment, do you ?' Lady Tallant laughed, and told Captain Vereker Wells to take her to the piano.
'YOU know that Biddy does a lot of mischief when she sings,' said the Governor's wife, sitting down in Lady Bridget's vacant place beside Mrs Gildea.

Colin McKeith, still on the outskirts with his chair, stood leaning upon it, watching the performer.
The piano was in such a position that Lady Bridget faced him.
A vain man might have fancied that she was singing at him, and that the by-play of her song--the sudden eye-brightenings, the little twists of her mouth, the head gestures, were for his particular benefit.
She was singing one of the Neapolitan folk-songs which one hears along the shores of the Mediterranean beyond Marseilles--a love song.
Most people know that particular love-song.

Lady Bridget gave it with all the tricks and all the verve and whimsical audacity of a born Italian singer.