She did not sing out of tune, but she made wrong notes and pronounced horribly.
"Pronounce the words for me," she repeated every now and then.
"But pronouncing in singing is different from speaking," he objected at last, and, fairly forgetting himself and losing patience, he began softly to sing the words over.

Little by little, as the song pleased him, he lost all memory of where he was, and stood beside her singing just as he would have done to De Pretis, from the sheet, with all the accuracy and skill that were in him.

At the end, he suddenly remembered how foolish he was.

But, after all, he had not sung to the power of his voice, and she might not recognise in him the singer of last night.

The baroness looked up with a light laugh.
"I have found you out," she cried, clapping her hands.