I am having too good a time; and
that reminds me that I would enjoy meeting your friend much more
than listening to your cynical speeches. Did I not know that you
were like my little King Charles--all bark rather than bite--I
wouldn't stand them; and I won't any longer, to-night. So go and
bring your great embryo artist, or he will become one of the old
masters before I see him."
"I fear I must give you a wee bit of bite this time. I have offered
to introduce him and he declines the honor."
"How is that?" she asked, flushing with anger.
"I will quote his words exactly, and then you can interpret them
as you think best. He said, 'I could not speak civilly to a lady
that I had just seen giggling and flirting through one of Beethoven's
finest symphonies.'"
The young girl's face looked anything but amiable in response to
this speech; but, after a moment, she tossed her head, and replied:
"'N'importe'--there are plenty who can use not only civil words
but complimentary ones."
"Yes, and the mischief of it is that you will listen to them and
to no others. What sort of muscle can one make who lives only on
sugar-plums?"
"They agree with me better than the vinegar drops you and your
unmannerly friend delight in.
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