“My voice?”
He nodded.
“What can I do?”
“You could have it trained.”
“But, my dear man, do you realize that I’m twenty-eight? Rather late in the day to be cultivating operatic ambitions.”
“Not at all when the voice is as good as yours, and if you go to the right man.”
“And where is he to be found?”
“Naples.”
Nancy laughed.
“It’s like a fairy-story where the poor heroine is set an impossible task by the wicked stepmother. How do you think I could afford to go to Naples?”