In a few moments the hat was nearly full; the old man and the money were confided to the care of an hotel officer, the stream of traffic and pleasure went on its usual way, and the musician disappeared.
All that evening the conversation turned constantly to this event.
Mostyn was sure he was a member of some operatic troupe.

"Voices of such rare compass and exceptional training were not to be found among non-professional people," he said, and Judge Rawdon was of his opinion.
"His voice will haunt me for many days," he said.

"Those two lines, for instance-- 'Tis the home of our childhood, that beautiful spot Which memory retains when all else is forgot.
The melody was wonderful.

I wish we could find out where he is singing.
His voice, as I said, haunts my ear." Ethel might have made the same remark, but she was silent.

She had noticed the musician more closely than her father or Fred Mostyn, and when Ruth Bayard asked her if his personality was interesting, she was able to give a very clear description of the man.
"I do not believe he is a professional singer; he is too young," she answered.