“No; I should say not, decidedly not� . He may be, after all. I don’t know. But if he were, that oughtn’t to depress him. Even Rosa ought to be flattered by the admiration of a man like Alresca. Besides, so far as I know, they’ve seen very little of each other. They’re too expensive to sing together often. There’s only myself and Conried of New York who would dream of putting them in the same bill. I should say they hadn’t sung together more than two or three times since the death of Lord Clarenceux; so, even if he has been making love to her, she’s scarcely had time to refuse him — eh?”

“If he has been making love to Rosa,” said Mrs. Sullivan slowly, “whether she has refused him or not, it’s a misfortune for him, that’s all.”