“Do you intend to make any stay?”
“Some months, probably.”
“Humph! If you wish to make any progress in music, you must stay much longer.”
“It—I—it depends upon other people how long I remain.”
He smiled slightly, and his smile was not unpleasant; it lighted up the darkness of his face in an agreeable manner.
“So I should suppose. I will call upon you to-morrow at four in the afternoon. I should like to have a little conversation with you about your voice. Adieu, meine Damen.”
With a slight bow which sufficiently dismissed us, he turned to the desk again, and we went away.
Our homeward walk was a somewhat silent one. Anna certainly asked me suddenly where I had learned to sing.
“I have not learned properly. I can’t help singing.”
“I did not know you had a voice like that,” said she again.