Dick asked him to return to the dining-room.
"No," he said; "it's not worth while.

What I can tell you may be told in two minutes." Dick submitted, and took the next of the hall chairs.

In that inappropriate place the young lord's unpremeditated confession was forced out of him, by no more formidable exercise of power than the kindness of his friend.
"When you hear where I met with her," he began, "you will most likely not want to hear any more.

I saw her, for the first time, on the stage of a music hall." He looked at Dick.

Perfectly quiet and perfectly impenetrable, Dick only said, "Go on." Beaucourt continued in these words: "She was singing Arne's delicious setting of Ariel's song in the 'Tempest,' with a taste and feeling completely thrown away on the greater part of the audience.