19/38 "She's a genius, ma'am, in music:--going to do wonders. She's not one of them." And Mr.Pole informed Mrs.Chickley that when they came to town, they usually slept in one or other of the great squares. He, for his part, preferred old quarters: comfort versus grandeur. By the time dinner was ready, Mr.Pole had sunk into such a condition of drowsiness, that it was hard to make him see why he should be aroused, and when he sat down, fronting Emilia, his eyes were glazed, and he complained that she was scarcely visible. |