Alas! : a novel . of course, you are not—I was for-getting ! Jim winces. As it is your party, you had bettersend up a note at once to the Piazzad Azeglio. No, do not let us both throw themover! cries Byng eagerly. Heavenknows it was hard enough to persuadethem to accept in the first instance. Ifyou go we shall at all events keep our com-munications open ; and you—you will saysomething to her for me ? What kind of something? inquiresthe older man carpingly. Am I to tellher only what a fine fellow you arein general, or anything more circum-stantial ? Tell her begins Byng in a rapt voice; but app
Alas! : a novel . of course, you are not—I was for-getting ! Jim winces. As it is your party, you had bettersend up a note at once to the Piazzad Azeglio. No, do not let us both throw themover! cries Byng eagerly. Heavenknows it was hard enough to persuadethem to accept in the first instance. Ifyou go we shall at all events keep our com-munications open ; and you—you will saysomething to her for me ? What kind of something? inquiresthe older man carpingly. Am I to tellher only what a fine fellow you arein general, or anything more circum-stantial ? Tell her begins Byng in a rapt voice; but apparently the sight of hiscompanion, who has somewhat ostenta-tiously pulled out a note-book and pencil,and assumed the patient air of one aboutto write to dictation, dries the stream AMELIA. 205 of his young eloquence ; tell her —nothing. Nothing speaks our grief like to speak nothing ! replies Jim, leaving the room with thisquotation on his lips, rather hastily, forfear lest the other should change
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