I will not longer
stand in the way of the performers who have kindly volunteered their
services.'"
"And that is a most admirable speech," her companion exclaimed. "It says
everything that is wanted and nothing more; I call it a model speech!"
"Mr. Moore," she said, suddenly looking up, "are you going to sing at
the concert?"
"I believe so," he answered.
"What are you going to sing?"
"Oh, I don't know yet. Whatever I am asked for. Lady Adela is arranging
the programme." And then he added, rather breathlessly, "Is there
anything you would care to have me sing?"
"Well, to tell you the truth," said she, quite frankly, "I hardly
intended going. But if I thought there was a chance of hearing you sing
some such song as 'The Bonnie Earl o' Moray,' I would go."
"'The Bonnie Earl o' Moray?'" he said, eagerly. "The song that Miss
Lestrange sang the other night?"
"The song that Miss Lestrange made a fool of the other night," she said,
contemptuously. "But if _you_ were to sing it, you would make it very
fine and impressive. I should like to hear you sing that in a large
hall."
"Oh, but certainly I will sing it!" he said, quickly, for he was only
too rejoiced that she should prefer this small request, as showing that
she did take some little interest in him and what he could do.
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