“And sing the second, so that I may practise? Your cigar must have left you in a very amiable mood.”
“Well, suppose we try,” he said; and he proceeded to open out the roll of music which she had brought down.
“Which shall we take first?” he asked.
“It does not much matter,” she answered, indifferently, and indeed she took up one of the duets at haphazard.
What was it made Mrs. Kavanagh’s companion suddenly lift her eyes from the cribbage-board and look with surprise to the other end of the room? She had recognized the little prelude to one of her own duets, and it was being played by Mrs. Lorraine. And it was Mrs. Lorraine who began to sing in a sweet, expressive and well-trained voice of no great power—
Love in thine eyes forever plays;
and it was she to whom the answer was given—
He in thy snowy bosom strays;
and then Sheila, sitting stupefied and pained and confused, heard them sing together—
He makes thy rosy lips his care,
And walks the mazes of thy hair.