She looked at him with kind sisterly eyes. You shant wait.
Ah, you dear lady! Wayworth murmured.
That is you may, but I wont! Will you leave me your copy? she went on, turning the pages again.
Certainly; I have another. Standing near him she read to herself a passage here and there; then, in her sweet voice, she read some of them out. Oh, if you were only an actress! the young man exclaimed.
Thats the last thing I am. Theres no comedy in me!
She had never appeared to Wayworth so much his good genius. Is there any tragedy? he asked, with the levity of complete confidence.
She turned away from him, at this, with a strange and charming laugh and a Perhaps that will be for you to determine! But before he could disclaim such a responsibility she had faced him again and was talking about Nona Vincent as if she had been the most interesting of their friends and her situation at that moment an irresistible appeal to their sympathy. Nona Vincent was the heroine of the play, and Mrs. Alsager had taken a tremendous fancy to her. I cant tell you how I like that woman! she exclaimed in a pensive rapture of credulity which could only be balm to the artistic spirit.