Nan's quick sympathies responded instantly.
"I think I must be getting soured in my old age," she answered remorsefully. "What you say is dreadfully true. It's the saddest part of a singer's career. And I always clap my hardest at a farewell concert. I do, really!"
Fenton smiled down at her.
"I shall count on you, then, when I give mine."
Nan laughed.
"It's a solemn pledge—provided I'm still cumbering the ground. And now, tell me, are you singing here this evening?"
"I promised Mrs. Seymour. Would you be good enough to accompany?"
"I should love it. What are you going to sing?"
"Miss Craig and I proposed to give a duet."
"And here comes Kitty—to claim your promise, I guess."