At Liverpool she heard some one sing what she calls a Tropical Song, and this she actually remembers--she carried it away in her head, every word--and she can sing it just as they sing it on the stage, with all the vulgarity and gestures imitated to the very life.
Of course I should not like her to do this before anybody else, but it is really wonderful." "Indeed!" said Arnold.

"It must be very clever and amusing." "Of course," said Clara, with colossal ignorance, "an American lady can hardly be expected to understand English vulgarities.

No doubt there is an American variety." Arnold thought that a vulgar song could be judged at its true value by any lady, either American or English, but he said nothing.
And then the young lady herself appeared.

She had been driving about with Clara among various shops, and now bore upon her person the charming result of these journeys, in the shape of a garment, which was rich in texture, and splendid in the making.

And she really was a handsome girl, only with a certain air of being dressed for the stage.
But Arnold, now more than suspicious, was not dazzled by the gorgeous raiment, and only considered how his cousin could for a moment imagine this person to be a lady, and how it would be best to break the news.
"Clara's cousin," she said, "I have forgotten your name; but how do you do, again ?" And then they went in to dinner.
"You have learned, I suppose," said Arnold, "something about the Deseret family by this time ?" "Oh, yes, I have heard all about the family-tree.