"Hein?" said Miss Carron sharply.
"The—you know—the—the—well, anyway, it goes like this," and he hummed the opening bars of the Intermezzo from "Cavalleria."
"Ah!" said Miss Carron. "But that's no tune to dance to. You want something to show off the twiddly-bits."
"Play the Intermezzo," commanded Madame Aldavini.
Miss Carron began, but Jenny could only wriggle in a shamefaced way, and was too shy to start.
"You great stupid," said her mother.
"One, two, three, off," said Mr. Vergoe.
"You are frightened, yes? Timid? Come, I shall not eat you," declared Madame.
At last the novice produced a few steps.
"Enough," said Madame. "I take her. She will come once a week for the first year, twice a week for the second year, three times a week the third year and every day—how old is she?"