MRS. MORLEY.
Tristan and Isolde. I don't care for the new woman; do you? Somehow she hasn't the soul for Wagner. She sings well enough, mechanically, but she doesn't feel enough.
MISS BEEBAR.
Precisely. That's a wig of course; isn't it? And what an ugly one!
MRS. STERNWALL.
(Low to Mr. Easterfelt.) Come to-morrow at four. He has taken to leaving the office much earlier the last few days.
(Owing to a sudden pause in the music, her voice has been heard quite distinctly. She is embarrassed for a moment, to cover which she leans over toward Mrs. Morley and Miss Beebar.)
I wish Eames sang in this, she wears such good clothes.
MR. CARN.
What's that about Eames?