And at this point, everybody becoming conscious at the same moment that they were listening, a fresh wave of sound flowed over the assembly; and presently Mr. Wilkinson was seen to take Cosimo aside and to be making the gestures of a man who is explaining some ridiculous mistake.
Then once more:—
“I beg your pardon—I thought you were Mrs. Pratt——”
“Put grammar—straight to fowk’s hearts—sinks and slopstones an’ all t’ lot——”
“No, Balliol——”
“But listen, Pratt, the way the mistake arose——”
“Ellen Key, of course——”
“The ‘Times!’—As if the ‘Times’ wasn’t always wrong!——”
“There’s a raucousness about her paint——”
“The Caxton Hall, at eight—do come!——”