''
Again he gave the abrupt foreign bow and, while
Mildred was still struggling with her surprise and
confusion, she saw him, through the window, driving
rapidly away. Mrs. Belloc came drifting through the
room; she had the habit of looking about whenever
there were new visitors, and in her it was not irritating
because her interest was innocent and sympathetic.
Said Mildred:
``Did you see that man, Mrs. Belloc?''
``What an extraordinary nose he had,'' replied she.
``Yes, I noticed that,'' said Mildred. ``But it was
the only thing I did notice. He is a singing teacher--
Mr. Jennings.''
``Eugene Jennings?''
``Yes, Eugene.''
``He's the best known singing teacher in New York.
He gets fifteen dollars a half-hour.''
``Then I simply can't take from him!'' exclaimed
Mildred, before she thought. ``That's frightful!''
``Isn't it, though?'' echoed Mrs. Belloc. ``I've
heard his income is fifty thousand a year, what with
lessons and coaching and odds and ends. There's a lot
of them that do well, because so many fool women with
nothing to do cultivate their voices--when they can't
sing a little bit.
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