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But you may imagine my surprise and the feelings of the renowned contralto when not a hand or a voice was raised to acknowledge her! I could see Alboni tremble, but it was only for an instant. What was the reason of this unanimous disdain or this unanimous doubt? call it what you will. She might perhaps guess, but she did not suffer it to perplex her for more than a few moments.
And after a pause she said, in the strangest tone, very quietly: "You're in love with her already." And her eyes continued to hold mine. "Who could help it?" I laughed. She leaned towards me, and her left hand hung over the edge of the box. "Women like Rosetta Rosa ought to be killed!" she said, with astonishing ferocity. Her rich, heavy contralto vibrated through me.
It was impossible to conceive a contralto of more thrilling power, or an execution more worthy of the voice. Coningsby, who was not experienced in fine singing, listened as if to a supernatural lay, but all agreed it was of the highest class of nature and of art; and the Grand-duke was in raptures. Lucretia received even his Highness' compliments with a graceful indifference.
Her voice was a charming contralto, evidently partially trained, and promising with coming years to be worth consideration. "But it withered in a day " went on the lovely voice. The girls were absolutely mute. When she had finished the song, and she gave it all, they burst into a spontaneous storm of applause. Ada barely acknowledged the hand-clapping.
There was a thrill and a hush as this last guest a beautiful girl, radiant with youth and adornment put a dainty glass to her sparkling eye and advanced familiarly, with outstretched hand, to Dick Spindler. Mrs. Price gave a single gasp, and drew back speechless. "Uncle Dick," said a laughing contralto voice, which, indeed, somewhat recalled Mrs.
Every gown she had worn, every word she had said, every laugh that had wakened slumbering echoes with its low, vibrant contralto, came remorselessly back. Full tides of longing beat pitilessly upon his senses, never, it seemed, to ebb again.
Her voice was a soft contralto, caress-ing and full of feeling, with a touch of the languor and delicate sensuousness of the Old South. About her personality there was a haunting charm, vivid and spiritual, the breath of a soul capable of the highest heroism if once aroused.
The coincidence of the actual appearance of the lady among them, therefore seemed the more miraculous, when, wan and hopeless, staggering desperately backward to the gable-ridge, they heard a clear contralto voice behind them: "Hadn't you better all come down now?" it said. "The stairway will be on fire before long."
They brought the same glorified thrill of contrast as this soft but strong contralto voice proceeding from that delicate blondness. "Oh, no!" she said, "I never saw her before. She was swaying as I came down the aisle, and I caught her. She's she's awake." The old woman had stirred again. "Get my bag from seat 12, parlor-car," said Dr. Blake to the porter.
John, who was tall, and could not help being stately, was large and well-fashioned, as full of repose as Handel's music, with a contralto voice to make you weep, and eyes that would have seemed but for their maidenliness to be always ready to fold you in their lucid gray depths. Robert stared at the soutar, doubting at first whether he had not been drinking.
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