The singer was not of much reputation, but to Thyrza her voice seemed more than human.

In the interval which followed she whispered to Lydia: 'I shall never pretend to sing again.' Egremont had risen in his place, and was looking about him.

Thyrza was yet in some doubt whether he was alone.

But he had not yet spoken to that lady next to him, and now, on sitting down, he did not speak.

He must be without companion..