"Oh! the chicken has only taken cold," cried Maria; "If he does not play, what will you do? you came here to hear him only."
"Has Miss Henly ears for no other performer, then?" asked Seymour Delafield.
"Miss Henly has as many ears as other people," said Maria, "but she does not condescend to use them on all occasions."
"Rather say," cried Charlotte, laughing, "that the want of taste in Miss Henly renders her ears of but little use to her."
"You are not fond of music, then?" asked the youth, a little vexed at thinking that an accomplishment on which he prided himself would fail to make its usual impression.
"Passionately!" exclaimed Charlotte; then, colouring to the eyes, she added, "at least I sometimes think so, but I believe I am thought to be without taste."
"Those who think so must want it themselves," said Seymour, in a low voice; then, obedient to the beck of one of the presiding nymphs, he hastened to take his share in the performance.
"Now Charlotte, you little prude," whispered her friend, the instant he withdrew, "is he not very, very handsome?"
"Very," said Charlotte; "more so than any other gentleman I have ever seen."
"And engaging, and agreeable, and gentlemanlike?"