Do for Heaven's sake make a sensation. I'll do my best, Rosamond. You know that Biddy does a lot of mischief when she sings,' said the Governor's wife, sitting down in Lady Bridget's vacant place beside Mrs Gildea. Colin McKeith, still on the outskirts with his chair, stood leaning upon it, watching the performer. The piano was in such a position that Lady Bridget faced him.
Most people know that particular love-song.
Lady Bridget gave it with all the tricks and all the verve and whimsical audacity of a born Italian singer. One or two others, younger, with budding aspirations, but provincial in their ideals, were filled with wonder and vague envy. A few of them had made the usual trip 'Home,' landing at Naples and journeying to London, via Monte Carlo and Paris, and these felt they had missed something in that journey which Lady Bridget was now revealing to them. Not to the realm of visions such as he had seen in the smoke of his camp fire. He had never dreamed of this kind of enchantment.