"Cannot bear what? Nay, you must not expect too much of him now you know who he is. He is merely a very clever composer."
"Oh, sir! how did you ever find out?"
"By writing to Milans-André,—another idol for you, by the way."
"Oh! I know all about Milans-André."
"Indeed! and pray what is all about him?"
"I know he plays wonderfully, and fills a large theatre with one pianoforte. Stop! He has a handsome face and long arms,—rather too long for his body. He is very—let me see—something, but not something else; very famous, but not beloved."
"Who told you that? A most coherent description, as it happens."
"Miss Lawrence."
"Miss Lawrence is a blab. So you have no curiosity to learn your fate?"
"I know that; but I should like to know where I am going."