"What would your introduction be worth?" he asked.
"Everything," the Boy rejoined. "I am on excellent terms with Angelica. We have always been inseparable, and I get on with her capitally; and she's not so easy to get on with, I can tell you," he added, as if taking credit to himself.
"When she is good she is very good indeed,
But when she is naughty she is horrid.
"And just now she's mostly naughty. She isn't very happy."
The interest expressed in the Tenor's attitude was intensified, and inquiry came into his eyes.
"She is not very happy," the Boy pursued with extreme deliberation, "because you come no nearer."
"Boy, you are romancing," the Tenor said, with a shade of weariness in his voice.
"I am not," the Boy replied. "I know all that Angelica thinks, and it is of you—"
"Hush!" the Tenor exclaimed. "You must not tell me."
"But she—"