After a minute he said tenderly:-- "You will tire yourself if you talk thus, after the evening's fatigue.
Mrs.Mellot will sing to us, and give us leisure to think over our lesson." And Sabina sang; and then Lord Scoutbush was made to sing; and sang his best, no doubt.
So the evening slipt on, till it was past eleven o'clock, and Stangrave rose.

"And now," said he, "I must go to Lady M----'s ball; and Marie must rest." As he went, he just leaned over La Cordifiamma.
"Shall I come in to-morrow morning?
We ought to read over that scene together before the rehearsal." "Early then, or Sabina will be gone out; and she must play soubrette to our hero and heroine." "You will rest?
Mrs.Mellot, you will see that she does not sit up." "It is not very polite to rob us of her, as soon as you cannot enjoy her yourself." "I must take care of people who do not take care of themselves;" and Stangrave departed.
Great was Scoutbush's wrath when he saw Marie rise and obey orders.
"Who was this man?
what right had he to command her ?" He asked as much of Sabina the moment La Cordifiamma had retired.
"Are you not going to Lady M---- 's, too ?" "No; that is, I won't go yet; not till you have explained all this to me." "Explained what ?" asked Sabina, looking as demure as a little brown mouse.
"Why, what did you ask me here for ?" "Lord Scoutbush should recollect that he asked himself." "You cruel venomous creature! do you think I would have come, if I had known that I was to see another man making love to her before my very eyes?
I could kill the fellow;--who is he ?" "A New York merchant, unworthy of your aristocratic powder and ball." "The confounded Yankee!" muttered Scoutbush.
"If people swear in my house, I fine them a dozen of kid gloves.

Did you not promise me that you would not make love to her yourself ?" "Well--but, it is too cruel of you, before my very eyes." "I saw no love-making to-night." "None?
Were you blind ?" "Not in the least; but you cannot well see a thing making which has been made long ago." "What! Is he her husband ?" "No." "Engaged to her ?" "No." "What then!" "Don't you know already that this is a house of mystery, full of mysterious people?
I tell you this only, that if she ever marries any one, she will marry him; and that if I can, I will make her." "Then you are my enemy after all." "I! Do you think that Sabina Mellot can see a young viscount loose upon the universe, without trying to make up a match for him?
No; I have such a prize for you,--young, handsome, better educated than any woman whom you will meet to-night.

True, she is a Manchester girl: but then she has eighty thousand pounds." "Eighty thousand nonsense?
I'd sooner have that divine creature without a penny, than--" "And would my lord viscount so far debase himself as to marry an actress ?" "Humph! Faith, my grandmother was an actress; and we St.Justs are none the worse for that fact, as far as I can see,--and certainly none the uglier--the women at least.

Oh Sabina--Mrs.Mellot, I mean--only help me this once!" "This once?
Do you intend to marry by my assistance this time, and by your own the next?
How many viscountesses are there to be ?" "Don't laugh at me, you cruel woman: you don't know; you fancy that I am not in love--" and the poor fellow began pouring out these commonplaces, which one has heard too often to take the trouble of repeating, and yet which are real enough, and pathetic too; for in every man, however frivolous, or even worthless, love calls up to the surface the real heroism, the real depth of character--all the more deep because common to poet and philosopher, guardsman and country clod.
"I'll leave town to-morrow.