"You might have said that thirty seconds ago, and I should not have objected," says Mr. Kelly, with an assured smile.
"And your idea."
"The Huguenots!"
Need I say that every one is exceedingly angry?
"Ever heard it before?" asks Mr. Kelly, with aggressive insolence; which question, being considered as adding insult to injury, is treated with silent contempt.
"I told you it was not to be done," says Olga, petulantly addressing everybody generally.
"I can't agree with you. I see no reason why it should fall to the ground," says Miss Fitzgerald, warmly, who is determined to show herself off in a gown that has done duty for "Madame Favart," and the "Bohemian Girl," and "Maritana," many a time and oft.
"I have another idea," says Mr. Kelly, at this opportune moment.
"If it is as useful as your first, you may keep it," says Olga, with pardonable indignation.
"I am misunderstood," says Mr. Kelly, mournfully, but with dignity. "I shall write to Miss Montgomery and ask her to make another pathetic tale about me. As you are bent on trampling upon an unknown genius,—poor but proud—I shall not make you acquainted with this last beautiful thought which I have evolved from my inner consciousness."