``I
begin to see what I have to do, and how--how impossible
it is.''
``By no means,'' declared Jennings. ``If I did not
think otherwise, I'd not be giving my time to you.''
She looked at him gravely. His eyes shifted, then
returned defiantly, aggressively. She said:
``You can't help me to what I want. So this is
my last lesson--for the present. I may come back
some day--when I am ready for what you have to
give.''
``You are going to give up?''
``Oh, no--oh, dear me, no,'' replied she. ``I realize
that you're laughing in your sleeve as I say so, because
you think I'll never get anywhere. But you--and
Mr. Keith--may be mistaken.'' She drew from her
muff a piece of music--the ``Batti Batti,'' from ``Don
Giovanni.'' ``If you please,'' said she, ``we'll spend
the rest of my time in going over this. I want to be
able to sing it as well as possible.''
He looked searchingly at her. ``If you wish,'' said
he. ``But I doubt if you'll be able to sing at all.''
``On the contrary, my cold's entirely gone,'' replied
she.
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