li's verdict would prove
him right--not for his sake--it didn't matter to him--such teeth, such
hands, such skin, such eyes and hair! Voice or no voice, he had
certainly got the most charming mistress in Europe! But, if she did
happen to have a great voice it would make matters so much better for
them. He had plenty of money--twenty thousand lying idle--but it was
better that she should earn money. It would save her reputation ... in
every way it would be better. If she had a voice, and were a success,
this _liaison_ would be one of the most successful things in his life.
If he were wrong, they'd have to get on as best they could, but he
didn't think that he could be altogether mistaken.
The door was opened by a footman in livery, and they ascended
half-a-dozen steps into the house. Then, off a wide passage, a door was
opened, and they found themselves in a great saloon with polished oak
floor. There was hardly any furniture--three or four chairs, some
benches against the walls and a grand piano. The mantelpiece was covered
with photographs, and there were life-sized photographs in frames on the
walls. Owen pointed to one of a somewhat stout woman in evening-dress,
and he whispered an illustrious name.
A moment after madame entered.
She was of medium height, thin and somewhat flat-chested. Her hair was
iron-grey, and the face was marked with patches of vivid colouring. The
mouth was a long, determined line, and the lines of the hips asserted
themselves beneath the black silk dress. She glanced quickly at Evelyn
as she went towards Sir Owen.
"This is the young lady of whom you spoke to me?"
"Yes, madame, it is she. Let me introduce you. Madame Savelli--Miss
Evelyn Innes."
"Does mademoiselle wish to sing as a professional or as an amateur?"
The question was addressed at once to Evelyn and to Owen, and, while
Evelyn hesitated with the French words, Owen answered--
"Mademoiselle will be guided by your advice."
"They all say that; however, we shall see. Will mademoiselle sing to me?
Does mademoiselle speak French?"
"Yes, a little," Evelyn replied, timidly.
"Oh, very good. Has mademoiselle studied music?"
"Yes; my father is a musician, but he only cares for the very early
music, and I have hardly ever touched a piano, but I play the
harpsichord.... My instrument is the viola da gamba."
"The harpsichord and the viola da gamba! That is very interesting,
but"--and Madame Savelli laughed good-naturedl
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