But the girl--heavens, madame, she is of an ugliness! And I cannot teach ugly people.

She has the face of a peeg--please take her away." But there was little fear that a similar fate would befall Diana.

Her figure, though slight with the slenderness of immaturity, was built on the right lines, and her young, eager face, in its frame of raven hair, was as vivid as a flower--its clear pallor serving but to emphasise the beauty of the straight, dark brows and of the scarlet mouth with its ridiculously short upper-lip.

Her eyes were of that peculiarly light grey which, when accompanied, as hers were, by thick black lashes, gives an almost startling impression each time the lids are lifted, an odd suggestion of inner radiance that was vividly arresting.
An intense vitality, a curious shy charm, the sensitiveness inseparable from the artist nature--all these, and more, Baroni's experienced eye read in Diana's upturned face, but it yet remained for him to test the quality of her vocal organs.
"Well, we shall see," he said non-committally.

"I do not take many pupils." Diana's heart sank yet a little lower, and she felt almost tempted to seek refuge in immediate flight rather than remain to face the inevitable dismissal that she guessed would be her portion.
Baroni, however, put a summary stop to any such wild notions by turning on her with the lightning-like change of mood which she came afterwards to know as characteristic of him.
"You haf brought some songs ?" He held out his hand.