"Bad or good?"
"Good, if making havoc of my nerve centres is any test."
"Then you really liked him? I thought you didn't want to come."
"I didn't. Nothing but a stern sense of duty brought me; but it also brought its own reward. One hears such a voice only once a decade."
Bobby Dane eyed her askance.
"Sure this is yourself, Beatrix? I thought you scoffed at all baritones, and only delighted in maudlin tenors and anticking sopranos. I have hopes of you yet; but whence comes your conversion?"
"From this man, Mr. ——." She referred to the programme in her hand.
"Thayer," her cousin prompted. "Cotton Mather Thayer."
Beatrix gasped.
"Bobby! What a name for an artist!"