Milton--both talking about 'melodious tears'--and something of the same
sort in 'The Blessed Damosel.' And----"

"A psychological catch for which there ought to be a name. Perhaps there
_is_ a name."

"Well, as I say, the light rose, shone, and sang. I didn't see it--I never
see anybody. But his voice came up here quite distinctly. It seemed good to
have a man in the house. Those everlasting girls--I hope he wasn't
bothering to sing for _them_."

"He probably was. How did it go?"

"Very well indeed."

"What kind of voice?"

"Oh, baritone, I suppose you'd call it."

"And he sang sentimental rubbish?"

"Not at all. Really good things."

"With passion?"

"Well, hardly. With cool correctness. An icicle on Diana's temple--that
would be my guess."

"An icicle? No wonder the young ladies don't quite fancy him."