She walked on the heath for no other purpose, so she said, save to revel in the sunshine and pure air.

She had a secret hope that she might encounter Lancelot Vane, but embarrassment was mingled with that hope.
It would be better not, she felt, yet she was disappointed all the same when after strolling about for half an hour she saw nothing of him, and banishing her vain thoughts she went on to the concert room to inquire if she were wanted to sing that night.
"Yes, to be sure," said Palmer.

"You're all the talk.

I've seen Mr.Gay, and he tells me he's given you some songs he would like you to sing.
Suppose you go over a couple now for me ?" A harpsichord was in the room and Palmer asked her to sing what she liked and he would fill in an accompaniment as best he could as she had not brought the music.

She selected "Now ponder well ye parents dear," the tender pathos of which had always appealed to her, and "Thomas I cannot," a merry ditty which she knew from her old experience as a street singer would be sure to please.