“Who’s that?”

“Plancon. He’s singing.”

“How long’ll it be before you come on?”

“Quite an hour, I think.”

“Better than bein’ first, isn’t it?”

“Of course.”

“What are you goin’ to sing?”

“Oh—”

She was about to say something impatient about his not knowing one tune from another, but she checked herself, and answered quietly:

“An Italian song and a French song.”