"But she is not on that account ready to transfer her affections at a moment's notice. To her view of the matter there seems to be something a little indelicate in the idea."
"Bah!" said Mr. Moss.
"You cannot make her change her mind by saying bah."
"Professional interests have to be considered," said Mr. Moss.
"No doubt; my daughter does consider her professional interests every day when she practises for two hours."
"That is excellent,—and with such glorious effects! She has only now got the full use of her voice. My G——! what could she not do if she had the full run of Moss's Theatre! She might choose whatever operas would suit her best; and she would have me to guide her judgment! I do know my profession, Mr. O'Mahony. A lady in her line should always marry a gentleman in mine; that is if she cares about matrimony."
"Of course she did intend to be married to Mr. Jones."
"Oh! Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones! I am sick of Mr. Jones. What could Mr. Jones do? He is only a poor ruined Irishman. You must feel that Mr. Jones was only in the way. I am offering her all that professional experience and capital can do. What are her allurements?"
"I don't in the least know, Mr. Moss."
"Only her beauty."