"No" (singing)—
'Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge—'"
"Edgar!" protested the girl lazily, "it's too early in the day for that."
"Hello, grave and reverend senior," he retorted. "I didn't know you were so much of a connoisseur."
The girl's reply had a sad note.
"I wish you would do something with that voice," she said.
The singer smiled. He was now smoking again, and strumming the melody of the song. Perhaps he was thinking that he had done a good deal with his voice.
"I don't know that it has been altogether wasted," he replied.
"Carrying off the honors as the singing-girl in a college play isn't what I mean."
"Oh, I'm sure it isn't," scoffed the possessor of the voice. "I'd take long odds that what you mean involves something that would come under the head of work spelled with a capital W—"