"You have a very good presence for your purpose," she said.
"What is my purpose?"
"The concert stage, is it not? Perhaps even opera, later?"
"Yes, divine huntress, if I ever succeed in making it."
"You will make it unless you are unpardonably dilatory and neglectful. Every time you utter a musical tone it sends a vibration coursing through my nerves with a pleasant thrill."
Philip looked up at the speaker with his sea-blue, curious gaze, which she received serenely.
"Bully for you, Miss Wilbur. That's all I can say. Bully for you."
"I am glad if that encourages you," she said kindly. "It is quite outside my own volition."
"Then I don't need to thank you, eh?"