"Yes, I know.But the acoustic properties of the room are very perfect, and I have learned to throw my voice.Perhaps you may not know--in fact, how should you know?--but I have had the immense privilege of studying with Madame Marchesi in Paris, and of keeping up to the mark since by an occasional delightful hour with her no less gifted daughter in London.So I ought to know all there is to know about the management of a voice, if I have at all adequately availed myself of such golden opportunities."These quiet words were Greek to Myra, conveying no more to her mind than if Jane had said: "I have been learning Tonic sol-fa." In fact, not quite so much, seeing that Lady Ingleby had herself once tried to master the Tonic sol-fa system in order to instruct her men and maids in part-singing.It was at a time when she owned a distinctly musical household.The second footman possessed a fine barytone.The butler could "do a little bass," which is to say that, while the other parts soared to higher regions, he could stay on the bottom note if carefully placed there, and told to remain.The head housemaid sang what she called "seconds"; in other words, she followed along, slightly behind the trebles as regarded time, and a major third below them as regarded pitch.The housekeeper, a large, dark person with a fringe on her upper lip, unshaven and unashamed, produced a really remarkable effect by singing the air an octave below the trebles.Unfortunately Lady Ingleby was apt to confuse her with the butler.Myra herself was the first to admit that she had not "much ear"; but it was decidedly trying, at a moment when she dared not remove her eyes from the accompaniment of Good King Wenceslas, to have called out: "Stay where you are, Jenkins!" and then find it was Mrs.Jarvis who had been travelling upwards.But when a new footman, engaged by Lord Ingleby with no reference to his musical gifts, chanced to possess a fine throaty tenor, Myra felt she really had material with which great things might be accomplished, and decided herself to learn the Tonic sol-fa system.
She easily mastered mi, re, do, and so, fa, fa, mi, because these represented the opening lines of Three Blind Mice, always a musical landmark to Myra.But when it came to the fugue-like intricacies in the theme of "They all ran after the farmer's wife," Lady Ingleby was lost without the words to cling to, and gave up the Tonic sol-fa system in despair.
So the name of the greatest teacher of singing of this age did not convey much to Myra's mind.But Garth Dalmain sat up.
"I say! No wonder you take it coolly.Why, Velma herself was a pupil of the great madame.""That is how it happens that I know her rather well," said Jane."Iam here to-day because I was to have played her accompaniment.""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 Iinherited 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.He had a relapse, double pneumonia set in, and he died in five days from heart failure.My poor aunt was frantic with grief; and since then any mention of my love of music makes her very bitter.I, too, wanted to take it up professionally, but she put her foot down heavily.I scarcely ever venture to sing or play here.""Why not elsewhere?" asked Garth Dalmain."We have stayed about at the same houses, and I had not the faintest idea you sang.""I do not know," said Jane slowly."But--music means so much to me.
It is a sort of holy of holies in the tabernacle of one's inner being.And it is not easy to lift the veil.""The veil will be lifted to-night," said Myra Ingleby.
"Yes," agreed Jane, smiling a little ruefully, "I suppose it will.""And we shall pass in," said Garth Dalmain.
