"You know, Charles, I suppose, what is to be done, musically, at this birthday?"
"No, Mr. Davy, not in the least; and it is because I did not that I refused my dinner. After dinner, though, I shall go and call on Maria Cerinthia, and make her tell me."
"A beautiful name, Charles,—is she a favorite of yours?"
"She is the most wonderful person I ever saw or dreamt of, Millicent; she does treat me very kindly, but she is above all of us except the Chevalier."
"Is she such a celebrated singer, then?"
"She is only fifteen; but then she seems older than you are, she is so lofty, and yet so full of lightness."
"A very good description of the Chevalier himself, Charles."
"Yes, Mr. Davy, and the Chevalier, too, treats her in a very high manner,—I mean as if he held her to be very high."
"Is she at the school too?"
"She only attends for her lessons; she lives in the town with her brother, who teaches her himself and her little sister. They are orphans, and so fond of one another."