"Get out of your own light," said Angelica.
"How can I get out of my own light when there isn't any light to get out of?"
Angelica put her paint brush in her mouth, and looked up at the window thoughtfully.
"Let's make it into a song," she said.
"Let's," said Diavolo, intent upon making blue and yellow into green.
"No light have we, and that we do resent,
And, learning, this the weather will relent,
Repent! Relent! Ah-men,"
Angelica sang. Diavolo paused with his brush halfway to his mouth, and nodded intelligently.
"Now!" said Angelica, and they repeated the parody together, Angelica making a perfect second to Diavolo's exquisite treble.
Evadne looked up from her work surprised. Her own voice was contralto, but it would have taken her a week to learn to sing a second from the notes, and she had never dreamt of making one.
"I didn't know you could sing," she said.