"
"I see," said Garth. "And now you have to do both. 'Land's sake!' as
Mrs. Parker Bangs says when you explain who's who at a Marlborough
House garden party. But you prefer playing other people's
accompaniments, to singing yourself, don't you?"
Jane's slow smile dawned again.
"I prefer singing," she said, "but accompanying is more useful."
"Of course it is," said Garth. "Heaps of people can sing a little,
but very few can accompany properly." "Jane," said Myra, her grey
eyes looking out lazily from under their long black lashes, "if you
have had singing lessons, and know some songs, why hasn't the
duchess turned you on to sing to us before this?"
"For a sad reason," Jane replied. "You know her only son died eight
years ago? He was such a handsome, talented fellow. He and I
inherited our love of music from our grandfather. My cousin got into
a musical set at college, studied with enthusiasm, and wanted to
take it up professionally. He had promised, one Christmas vacation,
to sing at a charity concert in town, and went out, when only just
recovering from influenza, to fulfil this engagement.
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