BUT, my dear,” said Mrs. Culverin, with a tiny gasp, “you can’t actually mean—a tail!”
deartailMrs. Dingle nodded impressively. “Exactly. I’ve seen him. Twice. Paris, of course, and then, a command appearance at Rome—we were in the Royal box. He conducted—my clear, you’ve never heard such effects from an orchestra—and, my dear,” she hesitated slightly, “he conducted with it.”
with it“How perfectly, fascinatingly too horrid for words!” said Mrs. Culverin in a dazed but greedy voice. “We must have him to dinner as soon as he comes over—he is coming over, isn’t he?”
must“The twelfth,” said Mrs. Dingle with a gleam in her eyes. “The New Symphony people have asked him to be guest-conductor for three special concerts—I do hope you can dine with us some night while he’s here—he’ll be very busy
