"So we are.... Let us look." At the bottom of a heap, Sister Mary John found Cherubini's "Ave Maria."
"Could you sing this? It is a beautiful piece of music."
Evelyn read it over.
"Yes," she said, "I can sing it, but it wants careful playing; the end is a sort of little duet between the voice and the organ. If you don't follow me exactly, the effect will be like this," and she showed what it would be on the mute keyboard.
"You haven't confidence in my playing."
"Every confidence, Sister Mary John, but remember I don't know the piece, and it is not easy. I think we had better try it over together."
"I should like to very much, but you will not sing with all your voice?"
"No, we'll just run through it...."
The nun followed in a sort of ecstasy, and when they came to what Evelyn had called the duet, she played the beautiful antiphonal music looking up at the singer. The second time Evelyn was surer of herself, and she let her voice flow out a little in suave vocalisation, so that she might judge of the effect.
"I told you that I had never heard anyone sing before. If you were one of us!"