"
"Bah! you are so taken up with your own choice, that you must needs
scoff at anyone who happens to differ. I tell you, woman should be
imperial, majestic; should walk as a queen and talk as a goddess.
You scoff because you have never seen such; you shut your eyes and go
about saying, 'There is no such woman.' By heaven, Jasper, if you
could only see--"
At this point Tom suddenly pulled up and blushed like any child.
"Go on--whom shall I see?"
Tom's blush was beautiful to look upon.
"The Lambert, for instance; I meant--"
"Who is the Lambert?"
"Do you mean to say you have never heard of Clarissa Lambert, the
most glorious actress in London?"
"Never. Is she acting at the Coliseum?"
"Of course she is. She takes Francesca. Oh, Jasper, you should see
her, she is divine!"
Here another blush succeeded.
"So," I said after a pause, "you have taken upon yourself to fall in
love with this Clarissa Lambert."
Tom looked unutterably sheepish.
"Is the passion returned?"
"Jasper, don't talk like that and don't be a fool.
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