MISS JAY.
Why then, a man of your commanding brain
Can't fail to see—
FALK.
Oh, yes, that's very plain.
But hitherto I haven't quite made out
The nature, style, and plot of this romance.
It's something quite delightful I've no doubt—
But just a little inkling in advance—
STIVER.
I will abstract, in rapid resume,
The leading points.
MISS JAY.
No, I am more au fait,
I know the ins and outs—
MRS. HALM.
I know them too!
MISS JAY.
Oh Mrs. Halm! now let me tell it, do!
Well, Mr. Falk, you see—he passed at college
For quite a miracle of wit and knowledge,
Had admirable taste in books and dress—
MRS. HALM.
And acted—privately—with great success.
MISS JAY.
Yes, wait a bit—he painted, played and wrote—
MRS. HALM.
And don't forget his gift of anecdote.
MISS JAY.
Do give me time; I know the whole affair:
He made some verses, set them to an air,
Also his own,—and found a publisher.
O heavens! with what romantic melancholy
He played and sang his "Madrigals to Molly"!