She came back satisfied that Graydon was still thoroughly "in hand," and that she must obtain information in some other way, if possible.
There was sacred music in the parlor during the evening, but neither Miss Wildmere nor Madge would sing in solo.

Graydon good-naturedly tried to arrange a duet between the two girls.

The former declined instantly, yet took off the edge of her refusal by saying, "I would gladly sing for you if I could, but do not care to permit all these strangers to institute comparisons." Therefore, the guests sang in chorus as usual, a professional playing the accompaniments.

There were few, however, who did not recognize the strong, sweet alto which ran through each melody like a minor key.
Graydon's acute ear for music heard little else, and he said to Madge "I shall be glad when this hotel life is over.

What delicious evenings I shall have this fall! By the way, I'm going to have your piano tuned when I go to town." "Perhaps." "Perhaps what?
Perhaps I shall remember about the tuner?
You'll see." "I may go back with the Waylands.