"What are you going to sing, Clara?" asked Lady Moppett, turning her head over her shoulder. "Signor Valli will choose," answered the young lady quietly. Valli selected a song and offered his arm to Miss Bertram to lead her to the piano. She did not accept it instantly, being occupied in replacing the rest of her music in its case; and with a sudden, impatient gesture, Valli wheeled round and walked to the piano alone. Miss Bertram followed him composedly, and took her place beside him. May looked at her with interest, as she stood there during the few bars of introduction to the song. Clara Bertram was not beautiful, but she had a singularly attractive face. Her dark eyes were not nearly so large, nor so finely set, as Constance Hadlow's, but they were infinitely more expressive, and her rather wide mouth revealed a magnificent set of teeth when she smiled or sang. The song selected for her was one of those compositions which, if ill-sung, or even only tolerably sung, would pass unnoticed. But Miss Bertram sang it to perfection. Her voice was very beautiful, with something peculiarly pathetic in its vibrating tones, and she pronounced the Italian words with a pure, unaffected, and finished accent. "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed May, under her breath, when the song was over. "Isn't it?" said Miss Piper, who happened to be near enough to catch the words. "I am so glad you are pleased with her! Do you think Mrs. Dormer-Smith would like her to sing now and then at a _soirée_? She wants to get known in really good houses." Before May could answer the little woman had hurried off again, and in another minute was leading Miss Bertram up to Mr. Jawler, who spoke to the young singer with evident affability, keeping his eyes open for a full minute at a time. Meanwhile Valli was left alone at the piano, and an ugly look came into his face as he glanced round and saw himself neglected. But his expression changed in an instant with curious suddenness when Miss Hadlow drew near, and, leaning on the instrument, addressed some words of compliment to him. "Will you not let us hear you sing, Signor Valli?" she said presently. Valli merely shook his head in answer, keeping his eyes fixed on Miss Hadlow's face with a look of bold admiration, and letting his fingers stray softly over the keys. "Oh, that is a terrible disappointment!" "I don't think so," replied the singing-master, speaking very good English. "It is, indeed." Again he shook his head. "It is to me, at all events." "Well, I shall sing for you; a little song _sotto voce_, all to ourselves." "Oh, but that would be too selfish on my part, to enjoy your singing all to myself." "It is a very good plan to be selfish," returned Valli; and forthwith he began a little Neapolitan love-song--murmuring, rather than singing it--and still keeping his eyes fixed on Miss Hadlow.