The mere gift of a splendid voice, wrought to whatever degree of perfection, would not invest with this rare power.

In technical qualities she might have much still to learn, but the passionate poetry of her notes was what no training could have developed, and it would never evince itself with more impressiveness than to-night.
It seemed frivolous to speak thanks.

Wilfrid gazed out into the dark of the garden; Emily kept her eyes bent downward.

She heard the rustle of Beatrice's dress near her.

Mr.Athel began to speak of the piece the sound of Beatrice's voice replying caused Emily at length to look up, and she met the dark eyes, still large with the joy of song.