"At a Café Chantant? He sings, of course," said Wentworth.
"No no," said the Princess, with again her resonant laugh. "I don't know much about botany, but I am sure lizards don't sing."
"Then in that case," said Moricourt, "Wentworth must. He can sing; I have heard him."
"Can you, Mr. Wentworth? How well can you sing?" said the Princess with artless candour.
"Well," said Wentworth, "that is rather difficult to say. I don't sing quite as well as Mario perhaps, but a little better than ... a lizard."
"Oh, that will do perfectly," said the Princess. "For a charity, people are not particular."
"By the way, what is all this for?" said Wentworth.
"For the English Church here, you remember," said Lady Chaloner.
"Oh! to be sure, yes," said Wentworth. "I saw the placard."
"This is Mrs. Birkett," said Lady Chaloner.