“Where?” asked his companion, with eager curiosity.
“To the right, in front of that group which has gathered round him.”
“I see him now. Why, he is only a boy.”
“A pretty big one. But hark!”
They ceased talking that they might not lose any of the marvellous music. Others gathered near until more than a score were listening near the bridge. Many more paused in different parts of the deck, and even the grim captain high up on the bridge expressed the opinion that the singer’s voice was “infernally good.”
The singer was modest, for when he discovered the number of listeners he abruptly ceased nor could any coaxing induce him to resume the treat.
“Louis,” said the prima donna, after the silence had lasted some minutes and the various groups began dissolving, “I want you to bring that boy to me.”
“Why, my dear, he is a second class passenger.”
“What of that? He has a divine gift in his voice. I must meet him.”
Louis shrugged his shoulders, but he was used to the whims of his brilliant sister. He strolled through one of the gates while she awaited his return. He soon appeared, walking slowly, in order to keep pace with a big boy behind him, who, it was evident, moved with deep reluctance. Louis led him straight to the lady, who advanced a step to meet him.