With a great singer the
greatness is in what's behind the voice, not in the voice
itself.''
``I don't believe a word of it,'' cried he violently.
``You've been discouraged by a little cold. Everybody
has colds. Why, in this climate the colds are always
getting the Metropolitan singers down.''
``But they've got strong throats, and my throat's
delicate.''
``You must go to a better climate. You ought to be
abroad, anyhow. That was part of my plan--for us
to go abroad--'' He stopped in confusion, reddened,
went bravely on--``and you to study there and make
your debut.''
Mildred shook her head. ``That's all over,'' said she.
``I've got to change my plans entirely.''
``You're a little depressed, that's all. For a minute
you almost convinced me. What a turn you did give
me! I forgot how your voice sounded the last time
I heard it. No, you'd not be so calm, if you didn't
know everything was all right.''
Her eyes lit up with sly humor. ``Perhaps I'm
calm because I feel that my future's secure as your wife.
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