She turned her head slightly, smiling up at him.
"Turn your head further, Kaya; let me see your face."
"The dove has come back. How can I? There—move a little, my dove—chrr-rp! Go away! No, he clings! See—I cannot! The down on his breast is so soft and his feathers so warm. He presses so close."
"Tell me, little one, how is your voice today? The same—full and strong as it was that night? Are you Kaya to-day, or Brünnhild'?"
The girl smiled again.
"Look at me, child. I have come to talk to you. There is a rehearsal this morning for 'Siegfried.'"
"Ah—yes!"
"The performance is advertized for tomorrow."
"—Yes?"
"Are you listening, Kaya? Your voice has a dreamy sound. What are you thinking about?"