But the simple words were uttered with a look and tone so deep and earnest, that she felt the color rising to her cheeks.
"Am I then still capable of being moved by such tones ?" she asked herself, as she listened to his departing footsteps, and, for the first time that morning, turned toward the mirror and glanced at her own flushed countenance.
"What a time you've been having, dear!" exclaimed Madame, who came bustling in a moment after.

"Only to think of Mr.Fitzgerald's coming here! His impudence goes a little beyond anything I ever heard of.
Wasn't it lucky that Boston friend should drop down from the skies, as it were, just at the right minute; for the Signor's such a flash-in-the-pan, there 's no telling what might have happened.

Tell me all about it, dear." "I will tell you about it, dear mamma," replied Rosa; "but I must beg you to excuse me just now; for I am really very much flurried and fatigued.

If you hadn't gone out, I should have told you this morning, at breakfast, that I saw Mr.and Mrs.Fitzgerald at the opera, and that I was singing at them in good earnest, while people thought I was acting.

We will talk it all over some time; but now I must study, for I shall have hard work to keep the ground I have gained.