"You sing rottenly," he replied with entire seriousness.
"Thank you!" Pat's sombre eyes smarted with tears of mortification.
"But you have a voice. Some of the notes—pure music. Your method—horrible. You should practice."
"I've been practicing. A terrible lot."
"Pffooh! Fiddle-faddling. You amateurs don't know what work is!"
"Do you think my voice is worth working with?"
"Perhaps. It has beauty. You are beautiful, yourself. Where do you live?"
Pat laughed. "What's the big idea, Mr. Stenak?"
"I will take you home when you go. I wish to talk to you."
"I'm not going home. I'm staying with friends downtown."