“The celebrated elocutionist, Professor Riccabocca, is to give some readings—”
“Riccabocca!” repeated the squire, in a musing tone. “I can’t say I ever heard of him.”
“Nor I; but I hear he’s very celebrated.”
“Is there anything else?”
“Yes, there’s a young musician going to play. He is said to be wonderful. He plays on the violin.”
“He’s a very handsome boy,” said Carrie enthusiastically. “He’s staying at the hotel. I saw him this afternoon when I was passing.”
“So he’s good-looking, is he, Carrie?” asked the squire, laughing.
“He’s ever so good-looking,” answered Carrie emphatically.
“Then we must certainly go, for Carrie’s sake,” said the squire.
Squire Pope had not the slightest idea that the young musician, about whom his niece spoke so enthusiastically, was the boy whom he had so recently persecuted.