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Rh fine name, that it seems a downright impertinence to ascertain what it really is." "Why, as you say," exclaimed Walter, "an epithet does go a great way. It is not so much what a thing is, as what it is called." Lavinia's only reply was, to hum a stanza from the opera, then in its earliest popularity:— I am as hoarse as a raven, begging my own pardon for the comparison. Now, what has led to my train of thoughts to-night is, looking over Sir George Kingston's love-letters." "Does he shew them to you?" asked Walter, with uncontrollable surprise. "Why, what do you think he keeps them for, but, to shew? They are really quite encouraging to me: there is not so much difference between the green-room and the drawing-room; only to be sure, my coquetry is paid for!"