Herr Slavska paused for a moment.
"My sister has had no training at all, except as a pianist," said Mabel.
"Hn? Then I haf her, a flower, a bud unplucked!"
Herr Slavska grew excited.
"No nasty finger mark, no petal fallen. Ah! it is luck, it is luck for mademoiselle. Come, mademoiselle."
He struck a note.
"Will you sing ze!"
Jean sang "ze." She sang "zo." Then he ran her voice into the top and bottom registers.
"You have the comprehension. It is the great matter," said Herr Slavska.
Then he blazed at her.