"Valchester! Valchester!" cried a score of voices.
Jaquelina thought he looked annoyed.
"I am not in voice——" he began.
"No excuses," laughed Walter Earle, who was turning over some sheets of music. "Send him away from the window, Miss Meredith."
Valchester looked at her.
"Shall you do so?" he asked.
"I should like to hear you sing," she replied, simply.
"Very well, I will sing for you," he answered, as he crossed the room and sat down on the stool which Violet vacated as he came up.
The long, white hands swept over the pearl keys lightly. A rush of divine melody filled the room.
Jaquelina shivered, it was so weirdly, thrillingly sweet. He sang song after song in a full, rich tenor voice, seeming to lose himself in the strains.