[_They sing together._]
_Rose. and Imogen._
"Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer."
_Rose._
It was singing that song that sealed my destiny, Arthur declares. At
any rate, the next thing was he began sending bouquets and coming to the
stage-door. Of course, I never spoke to him, never glanced at him. Poor
mother brought me up in that way, not to speak to anybody, nor look.
_Imogen._
Quite right.
_Rose._