human
Good heavens! said poor Mrs. Bagot.
gpt
Why, that's the new singing woman who's coming over here! There's an article about her in to-day's _Times_. It says she's a wonder, and that there's no one like her! Surely that can't be the Miss O'Ferrall I saw in Paris!
human
It seems impossible--but I'm almost certain it is--and Willy has no doubts in the matter. On the other hand, McAlister declares it isn't.
gpt
Oh, what trouble! So _that's_ why poor Willy looks so ill and miserable! It's all come back again. Could she sing at all then, when you knew her in Paris?
human
Not a note--her attempts at singing were quite grotesque.
gpt
Is she still very beautiful?
human
Oh yes; there's no doubt about that; more than ever!
gpt
And her singing--is that so very wonderful? I remember that she had a beautiful voice in speaking.
human
Wonderful? Ah, yes; I never heard or dreamed the like of it. Grisi, Alboni, Patti--not one of them to be mentioned in the same breath!
gpt
Good heavens! Why, she must be simply irresistible! I wonder you're not in love with her yourself. How dreadful these sirens are, wrecking the peace of families!
human
You mustn't forget that she gave way at once at a word from you, Mrs. Bagot; and she was very fond of Willy. She wasn't a siren then.
gpt
Oh yes--oh yes! that's true--she behaved very well--she did her duty--I can't deny that! You must try and forgive me, Mr. Wynne--although I can't forgive _her_!--that dreadful illness of poor Willy's--that bitter time in Paris....