He returned to Greta's side.
"Herr Banker," she said, "wishes to hear you sing 'The Cry of the Valkyries.'"
Erik's stomach turned a somersault. He saw the Baron's watery eyes upon him. The guests had stopped talking and settled themselves for more entertainment. A fussy little lady from Hälsingland (hĕl´sĭng-länd), a province of rivers and forests, clapped her hands delightedly.
Erik began. "Hoyotoho! Hoyotoho!"
Suddenly the Baron stood up; his face was gray. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Hoyotoho! Hoyotoho!" Erik was shrieking as loudly as he could shriek.
"HOYOTOHO! HOYOTOHO!" ERIK WAS SHRIEKING
"Hush, Erik!" Greta had stopped playing and had turned around.
The Baron shouted, "That is the voice! That is the voice I heard in the night."