d repeated it like a parrot. Besides, what did Eliza know
about Tasso, Petrarch, Dante, or any of those wild fellows that
disseminate love-poison by the line?

When her teacher was ready to go, Brown asked his name. I have no idea
that Caroline had thought of it. The young man seemed quite taken aback
for a minute, but answered, after that, something that would have
sounded like an English name rendered in Italian, had a thorough
Italian scholar been present, which there was not.

Well, for three months those young people sat twice a week in the seat
in the lattice-window, and read the poets together. Need I say more
about that?

At the end of three months Olympia had an engagement in London, and sent
for Brown to join her there with his charge.

CHAPTER V.

THE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER IN OPPOSITION.

Of course there is no such thing as arousing all London into a fit of
enthusiasm, because millions of people are not moved at the same moment
by anything less than a revolution. But the West End, just then, wanted
an excitement, and found it in the coming of Olympia. Her style was new,
her action a little too free, perhaps, for the high-bred dames of the
aristocracy; but they all went, and were amused, shocked, fascinated,
and went again, but only to keep the young people, they said, from utter
demoralization--the creature really was irresistible.

At any rate, Olympia was the fashion, and drew famously, till a rival
novelty proclaimed itself. Then she was horror-stricken by seeing a few
empty seats in the house. To Olympia, an empty seat was desolation.

That night Olympia went to her daughter's room the moment she reached
her hotel after a late performance. The cloak which she had worn from
the theatre still hung about her shoulders. Her cheeks blazed with
rouge, her eyes were restless and anxious.

Caroline started up from her sweet sleep, disturbed and almost
terrified.

"What is it, mamma?" she said, holding back the hair from her lovely
face with both hands. "Is any one ill--Mr. Brown?"

Olympia sat down on her daughter's bed, and drew the cloak around her;
not that she was cold, but to show that her resolution was taken.

"No one is ill, Caroline; as for Brown, I know nothing about him. But I
come to prepare you; for this week we shall bring you out. In what opera
have you practiced most?"

"Bring me out? Oh, mamma!"

The girl fell back on her pillow, dismayed, and clasping both hands,
held the