"Fi, donc! Quel enfantillage!" began Hortense. Mr. Moore, as usual, suavely interposed.
"Permit her to neglect the embroidery for this evening. I wish her whole attention to be fixed on my accent; and to ensure this, she must follow the reading with her eyes--she must look at the book."
He placed it between them, reposed his arm on the back of Caroline's chair, and thus began to read.
The very first scene in "Coriolanus" came with smart relish to his intellectual palate, and still as he read he warmed. He delivered the haughty speech of Caius Marcius to the starving citizens with unction; he did not say he thought his irrational pride right, but he seemed to feel it so. Caroline looked up at him with a singular smile.

He placed the book between them, reposed his arm on the back of Caroline's chair, and began to read.
He relished the very first scene in Coriolanus; as he read he warmed. He delivered the haughty speech of Caius Marcius to the starving citizens suavely, as if he thought his irrational pride was right. Caroline looked up at him with a singular smile.
