"
"I guess not."
"I am afraid I must plead guilty. An actress's ears are so quick to hear
praise, to tell you the truth, I did catch a word or two, and, 'It told,
sir--it told.'"
"You alarm me! At this rate, I shall never know what you see, hear or
think, by your face."
"When you want to know anything, ask me, and I will tell you; but nobody
else shall learn anything, nor even you, any other way."
"Did you hear the feeble tribute of praise I was paying you, when you
came in?" inquired Vane.
"No. You did not say that my voice had the compass and variety of nature,
and my movements were free and beautiful, while the others when in motion
were stilts, and coffee-pots when in repose, did you?"
"Something of the sort, I believe," cried Vane, laughing.
"I melted from one fine statue into another, I restored the Antinous to
his true sex.--Goose!--Painters might learn their art from me (in my
dressing-room, no doubt), and orators revive at my lips the music of
Athens, that quelled mad mobs and princes drunk with victory.--Silly
fellow!--Praise was never so sweet to me," murmured she, inclining like a
goddess of love toward him; and he fastened on two velvet lips, that did
not shun the sweet attack, but gently parted with a heavenly sigh; while
her heaving bosom and yielding frame and swimming eyes confessed her
conqueror.
That morning Mr.
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