Still, no not even now, would they look at one another. Seeming to gnash his sparkling teeth, studs, eyes, and buttons, all at once, Mr. Lammle secretly bent a dark frown on the two, expressive of an intense desire to bring them together by knocking their heads together.

“Have you heard this opera of tonight, Fledgeby?” he asked, stopping very short, to prevent himself from running on into “confound you.”

“Why no, not exactly,” said Fledgeby. “In fact I don’t know a note of it.”

“Neither do you know it, Georgy?” said Mrs. Lammle. “N-no,” replied Georgiana, faintly, under the sympathetic coincidence.

“Why, then,” said Mrs. Lammle, charmed by the discovery which flowed from the premises, “you neither of you know it! How charming!”