The Song and the Sergeant
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with a lightning glance of her eye. He came toward her, melancholy.
“Did you hear, Mr. Delmars?” she asked, with a catching breath.
“I did,” said the comedian. “It is true. I didn’t think there was any use. I tried to let you know with the song.”
“Silly!” said the matron; “why didn’t you speak?”
“No, no,” cried the wood nymph, “his way was the best. I didn’t know, but—it was just what I wanted, Bobby.”
She sprang like a green grasshopper; and the comedian opened his arms, and—smiled.
“Get out of this,” roared the desk sergeant to the waiting waiter from the restaurant. “There’s nothing doing here for you.”
