MISS THOMASINA TUCKER
“And you must remember that your talent is your own, to use as you like!” Appleton continued after a well-filled pause. “Your voice is a unique and precious gift. I’ll try not to be selfish with it, or jealous of it, though if it had half the effect on other men that it has upon me, the floor would be strewn with broken hearts every time you sing!”—and he hummed under his breath:
“I hardly know, my darling,
What mostly took my heart,
Unless perhaps your singing
Has done the greater part.”
“Oh, you dear absurdity!” said Tommy, twinkling and sparkling enchantingly.—“I wish the waiter would n’t come in every time I want to say something especially private!”
“‘Confound his politics, frustrate his knavish tricks,’ but we shall soon be out of his reach, spinning along to the palace.”
“Are we going there? Oh! I shall be afraid to tell the bishop and Mrs. Kennion!”
“You need n’t be. I told Mrs. Kennion
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