I suppose, the Countess suggested, you'll go to Paris to finish off.
There! Did you hear that, mama? Clara demanded. Did you hear that? The Countess thinks that for any one of my ability there's no use wasting time in Chicago. I've said that all along. Paris is the place, isn't it, Countess, to study for grand opera?
Almost all the great singers have studied there.
There, mama, did you hear that?
Mrs. Barnes's face assumed a perplexed and worried air. She had not foreseen so complete a plan. It pleased her to boast about her daughter's voice, even to talk about her studying in Chicago, but Paris . . . !
I don't like to think of our little girl going to Paris so soon, she objected. Paris is, well, isn't it rather . . . well, ahem?
A little, perhaps, the Countess replied, smiling, but you might go with her.
I don't believe, Mrs. Barnes responded with some alarm, that Mr. Barnes would hear of it, Clara and me going away at the same time. He's a home body, and he likes his folks.
Folk, mama.
Foik. Yes, Mr. Barnes has a great affection for his folk.
Ella, Lou put an end to this, here is Effie Manning.
Effie!
