Sidonie never could accomplish it.

Her mischievous eyes, her lips, crimson with fulness of life, were not made for such AEolian-harp sentimentalities.

The refrains of Offenbach or Herve, interspersed with unexpected notes, in which one resorts to expressive gestures for aid, to a motion of the head or the body, would have suited her better; but she dared not admit it to her sentimental instructress.

By the way, although she had been made to sing a great deal at Mademoiselle Le Mire's, her voice was still fresh and not unpleasing.
Having no social connections, she came gradually to make a friend of her singing-mistress.

She would keep her to breakfast, take her to drive in the new coupe and to assist in her purchases of gowns and jewels.