"Of pleasure, instead of trouble (replied the little voluble Theresa); but, Lord! Mademoiselle (continued she, going to it, and putting it down), how could you bear the window up so cold a night?"
"I opened it (said Madeline, as she seated herself at the table), for the purpose of listening to the most enchanting music I ever heard. Pray who plays so divinely on the oboe?"
"My brother," replied Theresa.
"Your brother! (repeated Madeline, somewhat surprised), why he seems a perfect master of music."
"Yes, that he is (said Theresa), and of many other accomplishments too. Lord! if I had but the key of that cabinet; for you must know, Mademoiselle, we are now in his room; it being the best in the house, my father procured it for you, I could show you such drawings of his as would I dare say astonish you: there is one hangs just over your head, a view of some fine place he saw, for he has been a great traveller."
