"A concert."
"Whose concert? You've only been to one in your life. I know——the Albert Hall!"
"You've hit in once, my dear."
"Is it?"
"Yes. Adelina Patti."
Savile got up and looked out of the window.
Felicity looked serious. Then she said gaily—
"Poor old boy! I think, dear, you should try and forget it."
"I can't, Felicity! She haunts me! Oh, the way she sings 'Comin through the Rye!' She's simply—well, ripping's the only word!"
"It's hereditary. You're just like papa. He was madly in love with her once."