“He said I would make a huge fortune,” she laughed.
“And so you would! Well?”
“I told him I carried my wealth with me, always, and that my fortune was now so immense that I couldn’t possibly hope to add to it.”
“Then you refused the chance!”
“My dear Mr. Hitt,” she said, going to him and looking up into his face, “I am too busy for Grand Opera and money-making. My voice belongs to the world. I couldn’t be happy if I made people pay to hear me sing.”
With that she turned and seated herself at the piano, where she launched into a song that made the very Reverend Patterson Moore raise his glasses and stare at her long and curiously.