Mrs.Rossall went to accompany.
Choice was made of a solo from an oratorio; Beatrice never sang trivialities of the day, a noteworthy variance from her habits in other things.

In a little while, Wilfrid stirred to enable himself to see Emily's face; it showed deep feeling.

And indeed it was impossible to hear that voice and remain unmoved; its sweetness, its force, its skill were alike admirable.

Beatrice conversing was quite other than Beatrice when she sang; music was her mode of self-utterance; from the first sustained note it was felt that a difficulty of expression had been overcome, and that she was saying things which at other times she could not, disclosing motives which as a rule the complexities of her character covered and concealed, which were not clear to her own consciousness till the divine impulse gave them form.

It was no shallow nature that could pour forth this flood of harmony.