"I should like to see you both again, and to hear you. You, Miss Benette, I am sure of; but I also expect to discover something very wonderful about Master Charles Auchester. You are to be a singer, of course?" she quickly said to me.
"I hope I shall be a player, if I am to be anything."
"What, another Santonio, or another Milans-André?"
"Oh! neither; but I must learn the violin."
"Oh! is that it? Have you begun, and how long?"
"Not yet,—I have no violin; but I mean to begin very soon."
"Only determine, and you will. Farewell!"
She had passed out, leaving a purse upon the table, containing fifty guineas. Miss Benette opened it, turned out the coins one by one, and, full of trouble, said, "Oh! whatever shall I do? I shall be so unhappy to keep it."
"But that is wrong, Miss Benette, because you deserve it. She is quite right."
"No, but I will keep it, because she is generous, and I can see how she loves to give."