Lady Bar., to herself. “Insolent. And the little dunce thinks he is complimenting her.”
Ips. “Perhaps Talbot will come to our rescue—he is a fiddler.”
Tal. “An amateur of the violin.”
Ips. “It is all the same thing.”
Lady Bar. “I wish it may prove so.”
[Note: original has music notation here]
Miss V. “Beautiful.”
Mrs. Vere. “Charming.”
Hither. “Superb!”
Ips. “You are aware that good music is a thing to be wedded to immortal verse, shall I recite a bit of poetry to match Talbot's strain?”