"The simple ballad would be rather out of place, wouldn't it?
Do you know this thing of Wagner's ?" As she began to sing the talking died down and gradually ceased; and every eye was fixed upon her; for it was evident that she not only had an exquisite voice, but knew how to use it.

She sang like an artist, and apparently without the least effort, the liquid notes flowing from her red lips like the water of a mountain rill.
Stafford was surprised, almost startled, but as he stood beside her, he was thinking, strangely enough, not so much of the singer as of the girl he was going to meet on the morrow.

When she had finished, there was a general murmur of applause, and Lady Clansford glided to the piano and asked her to sing again.
"You have a really wonderful voice, Miss Falconer.

I don't think Melba ever sang that better." "Melba's register is ever so much greater than mine," remarked Miss Falconer, calmly.

"No, thanks; I won't sing again.