'Disappointed! Oh no,' she said, and they stood for a long while staring at a large golden moon, lighting up the street like a bull's-eye.
'How nice it is to be here out of that hot stuffy theatre!' said Dick, putting his arm round her.
'Oh, do you think so? I could listen to that music for ever.'
'It is pretty, isn't it? I'm so glad you liked it. I told you the waltz was lovely.'
'Lovely! I should think so. I shall never forget it.'
She lost her habitual shyness in her enthusiasm, and sang the first bars with her face raised towards her lover's; then, gaining courage from his look of astonishment and pleasure, she gave all the modulations with her full voice.
'By Jove! you've a deuced nice soprano, and a devilish good ear too. 'Pon my soul, you sing that waltz as well as Beaumont.'
'Oh, Dick, you mustn't laugh at me.'
'I swear I'm not laughing. Sing it again; nobody's listening.'
They were standing in the shade of a large warehouse; the line of slates making a crescent of the full moon, and amid the reverberating yards and brickways Kate's voice sounded as penetrating and direct as a flute. The exquisite accuracy of her ear enabled her to give each note its just value. Dick was astonished, and he said when she had finished: