There was a general laugh at this offer.
"Oh, do!" said Miss Green. "Do you often serenade ladies?"
"I used to, but I had to give it up."
"Why, Mr. Grey?"
"Because it was taken for a cat-concert, and people used to throw bottles at me. I couldn't stand that."
"I'll promise not to throw any bottles at you, Mr. Grey."
"I'll let you know when I'm comin'," said Tom. "My voice ain't in order just at present. When it is, I'll do my best to keep you awake."
"Really, Gilbert," said Mordaunt, when they had left the table, and returned to their room, "you got up quite a flirtation with Miss Green. It will be a good match for you. She's got money, and isn't more than twice as old as you are."
"But when I got to be fifty she'd be a hundred," said Tom. "I guess I'll leave her for you."
"She has tried her fascinations on me already," said Mordaunt; "but she soon concluded there wasn't any chance, and gave it up. She'll be wanting you to take her to the opera, as you dote upon it so much."