And so it wander’d round
From ear to lip, from lip to ear,
Until it reach’d a gentle heart,
And that—it broke.’”
“Bravo, sis! bravo Phœbe!—delivered with fine effect,” said Mr. Tallant. “May I smoke one cigar, just one?”
“With pleasure,” said Phœbe. “What do you say, Amy dear?”
“I have not the smallest objection; I rather like it.”
“It is better than scandal, infinitely,—eh, Miss Somerton?” said Mr. Tallant, lighting a Cabana.
“Much,” said Amy.
“What do you think now,” said Richard, “they have been saying about me?”