Meanwhile, Miss McQuinch, listening jealously in the green-room, hated herself for her inferior skill.
"Cool, and reserved, is the modern Benjamin Franklin," observed Marmaduke to her.
"Better a reserved man who can do something than a sulky one who can do nothing," she said, glancing at the tall man, with whom the clergyman was nervously striving to converse.
"Exquisite melody, is it not, Mr.Douglas ?" said Mrs.Fairfax, coming to the clergyman's rescue.
"I do not care for music," said Douglas.

"I lack the maudlin disposition in which the taste usually thrives." Miss McQuinch gave an expressive snap, but said nothing; and the conversation dropped until Miss Lind had sung her song, and received a round of respectful but not enthusiastic applause.
"Thank you, Mr.Conolly," she said, as she left the platform.

"I am afraid that Spohr's music is too good for the people here.

Dont you think so ?" "Not a bit of it," replied Conolly.

"There is nothing so very particular in Spohr.