. Christie Johnstone : and Singleheart and doubleface. even a fragment of melody ; the sea and the skywill be a better accompaniment than Broadwood evermade. Miss Vere. I cant sing a note without book. Sir H. Talbot. Your music is in your soul not atyour fingers ends. Lord Ipsden (to Lady Barbara). It is in her book, andnot in her soul. Lady Barbara (to Lord Ipsden). Then it has chosenthe better situation of the two. Ipsden. Miss Vere is to the fine art of music, what theengrossers are to the black art of law; it all filtersthrough them without leaving any sediment; and so themusic of the day
. Christie Johnstone : and Singleheart and doubleface. even a fragment of melody ; the sea and the skywill be a better accompaniment than Broadwood evermade. Miss Vere. I cant sing a note without book. Sir H. Talbot. Your music is in your soul not atyour fingers ends. Lord Ipsden (to Lady Barbara). It is in her book, andnot in her soul. Lady Barbara (to Lord Ipsden). Then it has chosenthe better situation of the two. Ipsden. Miss Vere is to the fine art of music, what theengrossers are to the black art of law; it all filtersthrough them without leaving any sediment; and so themusic of the day passes through Miss Veres mind, but CHKISTIE JOHNSTONE. 79 none remains to stain its virgin snow. (He bows, shesmiles.) Lady Barbara (to herself). Insolent; and the littledunce thinks he is complimenting her. Ipsden. Perhaps Talbot will come to our rescue; heis a fiddler. Talbot. An amateur of the violin. Ipsden. It is all the same thing. Lady Barbara. I wish it may prove so. Tal. y- Bis. Bis. Zi2Z wfc=£==z ~J2T 1 -a- fff 4£ m W3 t=t &—^—#—%—h *tt<M= 80
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