"No, it is my own," with an answering smile.
"Ah, that night! It is true, as you said; it is impossible to forget the charm of it."
She had recourse to the roses again. Dangerous ground.
"You have not told me the real reason why you sang under my window that night."
"Have I not? Well, then, there can be no harm in telling you that. I had just signed the contract to sing with the American Comic Opera Company in Europe. I saw the world at my feet, for it would be false modesty to deny that I have a voice. More disillusions! The world is not at my feet," lightly.
"But I am," he replied quietly.
She passed this declaration. "I might have more successfully applied to the grand opera in New York; but my ambition was to sing here first."
"But in comic opera?"
"Another blunder, common of its kind to me. Have I not told you that I am always making missteps such as have no retracing?"
"Will you answer a single question?"