The costumers stood looking at each other, silently. Thrall waited; he wanted them to propose pearls themselves, and thus avoid a wrangle, for they did not accept suggestions willingly. Then, suddenly, Nonna Angelique said: "Let me hear the voice, Mr. Thrall. Give her a cue; let me know whether her voice matches the mobilité of her face. That may give me my idée!" Sybil gave a frightened, deprecating, "Oh, Mr. Thrall!" But he answered with: "Steady! steady!" then added: "Give her 'Wherefore art thou Romeo?'" She looked at him with dilating eyes, then clasped her hands, and gazing into space, obediently began: "Oh, Romeo! Romeo! wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name-- Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn--my--love! And [with a rush] I'll no longer be a Capulet!" Nonna Angelique caught the girl's face between her hands and kissed her soundingly. It had been an unexpected test, and Thrall, pleased at her courage and obedience, was simply delighted with the effect she got from that pause, as if at her own temerity in using the words: "... be but sworn--_my_ love!" and then the reckless dash of the declaration: "... I'll no longer be a Capulet!" And Sybil, glancing up, noted for the very first time the extreme beauty of the man's eyes, and if the open admiration beaming from their sapphire depths gave her a thrill of gratification, it was the approval of the manager that moved her, not the man, she told herself; and since there is no one in this world so easy to deceive as one's self, she undoubtedly believed her own statement. "Ah! ah! monsieur, you have a find in this young girl!" said old Lefebvre to Thrall. "She should be a big card--and in your hands, eh?" he poked the managerial ribs and winked his round black eye knowingly. "The wires will be pulled, eh? And the public, it will dance! And the dollars they will rattle, eh? A-a-ah! Qu'est-ce, cherie? Les perles? mais oui--certainement! In a moment I shall bring them! My key? Ah, the devil flies away with everything this day! Where is my key? Ah, here in my vest-pocket all the time!"