“O, no, Harry! That can’t be. Caroline T would hardly do that.”
“She could, and she did. Not, it is true, in so many words; but she talked about Hertz in such a way that she left me no alternative but to ask her if I should not have the pleasure of accompanying her to his concert. I was in hopes she would have the good taste, on reflection, to decline; but no, she took me up on the spot; and I was compelled to go with her, and leave my sister Jane, who is almost dying to hear this great performer, at home.”
“Is it possible! Why, I never heard of such a thing. The girl cannot have a particle of respect for herself.”
“If she has, it is a very strange kind of respect. I wonder whom she will get to take her to Sivori’s concert. She alluded to him two or three times, but couldn’t make me understand her. Suppose you invite her to go.”
“O, no, I thank you. I’d rather be excused. I’m not at all ambitious of the honor.”
“Nor I. The next time I am in her company, and any allusion is made to an approaching concert, I will change the subject.”
But little flattered, we repeat, would any young lady feel to overhear a conversation like
