``The foundation is there,'' was his verdict. ``You
have a good body, good muscles, but flabby--a lady's
muscles, not an opera singer's. And you are stiff--
not so stiff as when you first came here, but stiff for a
professional. Ah, we must go at this scientifically,
thoroughly.''
``You will teach me to breathe--and how to produce
my voice naturally?''
``I will teach you nothing,'' replied he. ``I will tell
you what to do, and you will teach yourself. You must
get strong--strong in the supple way--and then you
will sing as God intended. The way to sing, dear
young lady, is to sing. Not to breathe artificially, and
make faces, and fuss with your throat, but simply to
drop your mouth and throat open and let it out!''
Mildred produced from her hand-bag the Keith
paper. ``What do YOU think of that?'' she asked.
Presently he looked up from his reading. ``This
part I have seen before,'' said he. ``It is Lucia Rivi's.
Her cousin, Lotta Drusini, showed it to me--she was
a great singer also.
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