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There is the maid now," as a
light knock was heard on the door.
Leopold opened it, and the domestic brought in a tray with a pot of tea
and the ingredients of a light repast, which she placed upon another
table near a window.
"There is always enough for two," said Leopold. "Reading is mighty
tiresome work, and listening is too, and a cup of good strong tea will
brighten us both up immensely. You can come back for the tray in
fifteen minutes, Jennie," said Ernest.
The supper was finished, the tray removed, and the critic sat in
judgment once more upon the words that fell from the reader's lips.
Leopold's face lighted up during the reading of "Her Native Land." He
started to speak, and the word "That's--" escaped him, but he recovered
himself and said no more, though he listened intently.
Quincy took a glass of wine and a cracker before starting upon the story
which had been dictated to him. Leopold gave no sign of falling asleep,
but patted his hands lightly together at certain points in the story,
whether contemplatively or approvingly Quincy could not determine.


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