What an evening of singing! Oh dear! MR.

GOLD (_who has been earnestly talking about stocks all the evening in an adjoining room, rushes in, but rather late, after the close of the song, and impetuously presses his wife's hand_).

Marvellous! magnificent! delicious! wonderful! My dear, you are in excellent voice this evening.

If Jenny Lind could only have heard you! MR.PIOUS.

Charming! superb! how touching! There is a religious character in this piece, something holy about it! I beg of you, do sing that air by Voss, "True Happiness." That will make our enjoyment complete; it is truly ravishing! There is something divine in singing, and your expression, your feeling, Madam! You give yourself up so entirely to the composition! (_Mrs.Gold has already taken up "True Happiness," and can hardly wait while Mr.Forte murmurs off the introduction, quite after his own fancy, with a sentimental _piano_.