He broke off when Daisy came up with the card.
"What is it your mother wishes you to sing ?" he inquired, looking from the writing to the little bearer.

Daisy answered very low.
"A gypsy song from an opera." "Can you sing it ?" "Yes, sir." "Then do so at once, Daisy." The tone was quiet but imperative.

Daisy stood with eyes cast down, the blood all leaving her face to reinforce some attacked region.

She grew white from second to second.
"It is the charge of the Light Brigade," said Capt.

Drummond to himself.
He had heard and watched the whole proceeding and had the key to it.