The entertainment was in two parts, with an intermission of ten minutes.
“I wish you were a singer,” said the professor, when they were standing behind the screen.
“Why?” asked Harry.
“Because the audience sometimes gets impatient during the intermission. If I could put you on for a song, it would help quiet them.”
“I can sing a little,” said Harry, modestly.
“What can you sing?”
“How would ‘The Last Rose of Summer’ do?”
“Capital. Can you sing it?”
“I can try.”
“You are sure you won’t break down? That would make a bad impression.”