And then, _I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls_.

This song she knew word for word, and ah, she sang it with strange and haunting tenderness! One by one the musicians dropped their instruments to their knees.

The grand duke in the gallery leaned over the velvet-buffered railing.

All realized that a great voice was being tried before them.

The Herr Direktor struck his music-stand sharply.