human
I think it's a very beautiful voice and remarkably trained.
gpt
Do you? Well, now I don't think she's a patch on Dantini.
human
Don't you?
gpt
No, I don't. No lightness, no agility; too heavy.
human
There are holes in her voice, observed a stout musical critic standing beside him.
gpt
The middle register is all wrong.
human
That's it, said the Admiral, snapping his jaws.
gpt
Holes in the voice and the--the what you may call it all wrong.
human
I wonder what Adelaide Shiffney thinks? said a small, dark, and shrewish-looking woman just behind them.
gpt
I must go and find out.
human
My wife won't have her. I'm dead certain of that,
gpt
She ought to start again with De Reszke,
human
Well, I must go down. It's getting late,
gpt
It isn't a real soprano, said someone in a husky voice.
human
It's a forced-up mezzo.
gpt
Charming! No, I haven't heard _Crêpe de Chine_. I don't care much for Fournier's music. He imitates the Russians. Such a pity! Are you really going back to-morrow? Good-bye, then! Now, Rades, be amiable! Give us _Enigme_.
human
No, Mr. Elliot, it's no use talking to me, not a bit of use! Millie Deans exclaimed vehemently in the hall as Rades began _Enigme_ in his most velvety voice.
gpt
London has no taste, it has only fashions. In Paris that man is not a singer at all. He is merely a _diseur_. No one would dream of putting him in a programme with me.
human
But, my dear Miss Deans, you knew he was singing to-night. And my programmes are always eclectic. There is no intention--
gpt
I don't know anything about eplectic, said Millie Deans, whose education was one-sided, but who had temperament and talent, and also a very strong temper.
human
But I do know that Mr. Brett, who seems to rule you all here, is as ignorant of music as--as a carp, isn't it? Isn't it, I say!
gpt
I daresay it is. But, my dear Miss Deans, people were delighted. You will come back, you--
human
Never! He means to keep me out. I can see it. He has that Dantini in his pocket. A woman with a voice like a dwarf in a gramophone!