"What, miss, are you the great singer?"
"I suppose I am."
"Do you know, miss, something told me that you was. The moment I saw the carriage, I said, "Here she is; this is her for certain." Will you come this way, miss? I'll run and get the key."
"And who was it," Evelyn said, "that told you I was a singer?"
"Lor'! miss, didn't half Dulwich go to hear you sing at the opera?"
"Did you?"
"No, I didn't go, Miss, but I heard Mr. Dean and your father talking of you. I've read about you in the papers; only this morning there was a long piece."
"If father talks of me he'll forgive me," thought Evelyn. The girl's wonderment made her smile, and she said—
"But you've not told me your name."
"My name is Agnes, miss."