“Ah! I was mistaken.... I had forgotten that all the other classes are full. There is no room for Miss Innes in the other classes. It is against all precedence; it will create much jealousy, but it can’t be helped. She must go straight into the opera class. When will mademoiselle begin? The sooner the better.”
“Next Monday. Will that be soon enough?”
“On Monday I’ll begin to teach her the rôle of Marguerite. Such a thing was never heard of; but then mademoiselle’s voice is one such as one never hears.”
Turning to her husband, she said—
“You see my husband is looking at me. Yes, you are looking at me. You think I have gone mad, but he’ll not think I’ve gone mad when he hears mademoiselle sing. Will mademoiselle be so kind?”
Evelyn felt she could not sing again, and, turning suddenly aw
