An ironical murmur of applause followed this display, and Hester pressed her hand as she thanked, complimented, and led her back again to the sofa.
"Was it not charming?" she asked Frank, in a tone intentionally audible.
"Amazing!" replied he; then adding, in an under tone, "she is the Orpheus of private life: as witness the effect she produces on the animals here. I hope she hasn't turned the cream."'
"You are a sad man—so satirical!"
"Not I. Your friend delights me; she's original."
"Well, I am no musician myself; but I believe she is."
"Yes, as cats are musicians."
Hester laughed, and turned to Cecil; but Frank instantly recalled her attention, by saying,—