Then came a Tyrolese song, with a double voice, sounding like echoes from the mountains.

This was followed by some tender, complaining Russian melodies, novelties which Mr.
Fitzgerald had brought on a preceding visit.

Feeling they were too much engrossed with each other, she said politely, "Mr.King has not yet chosen any music." "The moon becomes visible through the curtains," replied he.

"Perhaps you will salute her with 'Casta Diva.'" "That is a favorite with us," she replied.

"Either Flora or I sing it almost every moonlight night." She sang it in very pure Italian.