Nan's quick sympathies responded instantly.

"I think I must be getting soured in my old age," she answered
remorsefully. "What you say is dreadfully true. It's the saddest part
of a singer's career. And I always clap my hardest at a farewell
concert. I do, really!"

Fenton smiled down at her.

"I shall count on you, then, when I give mine."

Nan laughed.

"It's a solemn pledge--provided I'm still cumbering the ground. And
now, tell me, are you singing here this evening?"

"I promised Mrs. Seymour. Would you be good enough to accompany?"

"I should love it. What are you going to sing?"

"Miss Craig and I proposed to give a duet."

"And here comes Kitty--to claim your promise, I guess."

A few minutes later the two singers' voices were blending delightfully
together, while Nan's slight, musician's fingers threaded their way
through intricacies of the involved accompaniment.

She was a wonderful accompanist--rarest of gifts--and when, at the end