"Signora Evanci, my sister," he said, nodding to Diana.

"This, Giulia, is a new pupil, and I would haf you hear her voice.

It is magnificent--_epatant_! Open your mouth, little singing-bird, once more.

This time we will haf some scales." Bewildered and excited, Diana sang again, Baroni testing the full compass of her voice until quite suddenly he shut down the lid of the piano.
"It is enough," he said solemnly, and then, turning to Signora Evanci, began talking to her in an excited jumble of English and Italian.

Diana caught broken phrases here and there.
"Of a quality superb!.