"Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer."
Rose.
It was singing that song that sealed my destiny, Arthur declares. At any rate, the next thing was he began sending bouquets and coming to the stage-door. Of course, I never spoke to him, never glanced at him. Poor mother brought me up in that way, not to speak to anybody, nor look.
Imogen.
Quite right.
Rose.
I do hope she sees.
Imogen.
And then?