"How, then, call you the air?"
"I don't know any name for it," Sylvie replied, as she rose from the instrument.
"But this is marvellous!" exclaimed the Count, following the child, and addressing himself to me, as if I were the proprietor of this musical prodigy, and so must know the origin of her music. "You have heard her play this, soonerI would say 'before this occasion'? How call you the air?"
I shook my head; but was saved from more questions by Lady Muriel, who came up to petition the Count for a song.
The Count spread out his hands apologetically, and ducked his head. "But, Milady, I have already respectedI would say prospectedall your songs; and there shall be none fitted to my voice! They are not for basso voices!"
"Wo'n't you look at them again?" Lady Muriel implored.
"Let's help him!" Bruno whispered to Sylvie. "Let's get himyou know!"
Sylvie nodded. "Shall we look for a song for you?" she said sweetly to the Count.
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