She was glad now that she had stayed, for surely these poems would be a revelation of beauty and genius.
There was a zithern accompaniment by the girl in orange, but it was soft and unobtrusive, that the lines themselves might not be obscured.
Standing on the little platform, Blaney, in robes and turban, made a profound salaam, and then in his melodious voice breathed softly the following "Love Song ": "Thy beauty is a star-- A star Afar-- Ay,--far and far, Ay, far.
And yet, a bar,-- A bar Is between thee and me! Thee and me---- Thee and me!" The voice was so lovely that Patty scarcely sensed the words.

With the haunting accompaniment, the whole was like a bit of music, and the words were negligible.
But in the hush which followed, Patty began to think that after all the words didn't amount to much.

However, everybody was raving over the performance, and begging for more.
"Did you care for it ?" Blaney asked of Patty, with what seemed to be a great longing in his eyes.
Unwilling to seem disappointed, she replied, "Oh, yes, it was most significant." "I thank you," he said, his eyes alight with pleasure, "you have used the right word!" As Patty had spoken the first noncommittal word that came into her head, she was thankful it proved acceptable!.