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 "Why?" asked Irralie, coloring.

"I saw your shoulders up to your ears. I seemed to hear your teeth on edge! And suddenly I remembered what they all used to say at home. My father's a clergyman, you know; he used to like us all to join in; but my brothers and sisters petitioned him to forbid me to!" "It was really quite unconscious on my part," said Irralie. "I—I never heard anything."

The other laughed.

"Your friend Young sings well," said he.

"Too well!" said Irralie, who felt vaguely annoyed at having poor George styled her friend—by Fullarton. Nor did she like the singer any better for being one just then. But Fullarton only laughed.

"Too well, Miss Villiers!"

"There's no interest in being so good and doing things perfectly."

"He is a very good fellow, then, this George Young? I thought he looked it."