text:  The conversation is as usual--"Have you read the morning paper?"--meaning the Court Circular and fashionable intelligence; "do you know whether the Queen is at Windsor or Claremont and how long her Majesty intends to remain; whether town is fuller than it was or not so full; when the next Almacks' ball takes place; whether you were at the last drawing-room and which of the fair _debutantes_ you most admire; whether Tamburini is to be denied us next year?" with many lamentations touching the possible defection as if the migrations of an opera thrush were of the least consequence to any rational creature--of course you don't say so but lament Tamburini as if he were your father; "whether it is true that we are to have the two Fannies Taglioni and Cerito this season; and what a heaven of delight we shall experience from the united action of these twenty supernatural pettitoes