Meanwhile, Prof. Poppendorf had listened attentively to the song of the maiden on whom he had fixed his choice.
"Mees Ruth, you sing beautiful!" he said.
Ruth Canby smiled.
"You are very kind, Prof. Poppendorf," she said, gratefully.
"I like your singing much better than Mrs. Wyman's."
"No. You mustn't say that. She sings airs from the opera."
"I like better your leetle song."
By this time Mrs. Wyman had succeeded in extracting a promise from the Count to sing.
"Dr. Fenwick," she said, "can't you play the accompaniment for the Count?"
"What is the song?"