"I am sorry I disappointed any pleasant anticipations you indulged with reference to the organ, which has certainly been a source of much comfort to me. I have felt very timid about singing before you, sir; but if it will afford you the least pleasure, I am willing to do the best of which I am capable."
"You sang quite successfully before a large audience at Mrs.
Brompton's, and displayed sufficient self-possession."
"But those were strangers, and the opinion of those with whom we live is more important, their criticism is more embarrassing."
"I believe I was present, and heard you on that occasion."
She moved away to the organ, and sat down, glad of an excuse, for her limbs trembled.
"Regina, what was that song you sang for little Llora Carew the night before she left us? Indeed there were two, one with the other without an accompaniment?"
"You were not here at that time."
"No matter; what were they? The child fancies them exceedingly, and I promised to get the words for her."
"Kücken's 'Schlummerlied,' and a little 'Cradle Song' by Wallace."
"Be so good as to let me hear them."