PERCY. Now you sing something.
SYBIL. [with a giggle.] I couldn’t really—you know I couldn’t.
PERCY. Oh, yes, you can—that nice little coon thing you sang at the Richards.
SYBIL. I’ve got a cold.
MAGGIE. [crossing from piano.] Of course you have.
SYBIL. [laughing.] But it’s quite true. Really. And I couldn’t really sing after Mrs. Wilson.
LILY. Sybil! Do sing, please.
LESLIE. We’re all waiting, Miss Frost.
SYBIL. Oh, please—I can’t. Let someone else sing first.