"Then we may promise ourselves some excitement in watching Miss Colwyn's career," said Sir Philip, dryly.
After Janetta, Margaret sang; she had a sweet mezzo-soprano voice, of no great strength or compass, but perfectly trained and very pleasing to the ear. The sort of voice, Sir Philip thought, that would be soothing to the nerves of a tired man in his own house. Whereas, Janetta's singing had something impassioned in it which disturbed and excited instead of soothing. But he was quite ready to admire when Margaret called on him for admiration. They were sitting together on a sofa, and Janetta, who had just finished one of her songs, was talking to, or being talked to, by Mr. Adair. Lady Caroline had taken up a review.
"Is not Miss Colwyn's voice perfectly lovely?" Margaret asked, with shining eyes.
"It is very sweet."
"Don't you think she looks very nice?"—Margaret was hungering for admiration of her friend.
"She is a very pretty girl. You are very fond of each other?"
"Oh, yes, devoted. I am so glad I succeeded!" said the girl, with a great sigh.
"In getting her away from the school?"
"Yes."
"You think it was for her good?"