"You are a voice--just a voice--and nothing more.

You will _nevaire_ be an artist!" And he turned his back on him.
Very dejectedly the young man made his way towards the door, whilst Diana, overcome with sympathy and horror at his abrupt dismissal, could hardly refrain from rushing forward to intercede for him.
And then, to her intense amazement, Baroni whisked suddenly round, and following the young man to the door, laid his hand on his shoulder.
"_Au revoir, mon brave_," he said, with the utmost bonhomie.

"Bring the song next time and we will go through it again.

But do not be discouraged--no, for there is no need.

It will come--it will come.