But one art remains. In the country where Verdi still writes I can at least enjoy music. So after dinner seek the Trianon. It sounds like a music-hall; but then here, even in a music-hall, there must be music. As I enter, a familiar sound bursts upon my ear. The singer is Italian, the words are French, but the tune is English. She is singing "The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo."
A First Impressionist.
"Ah!" sighed Mrs. R. sadly, when her advice had not been taken by her daughter, "I'm a mere siphon in the family!"
LYRE AND LANCET.
(A Story in Scenes.)
PART XX.—"DIFFERENT PERSONS HAVE DIFFERENT OPINIONS."
Scene XXX.—Lady Maisie's Room at Wyvern.
Time—Saturday night, about 11.30.