Facing these flames stood Miss Ford and Mr. Tovey, hand in hand, each singing a different song very earnestly.
The special features of Mr. Tovey's edition are as important as they are interesting.
But to return to Mr. Tovey and the "mare's-nest" to which we have referred.
Mr. Tovey and the Mayor were talking at the foot of the stairs, Mr. Frere was listening sardonically.
Mr. Tovey's name is a sufficient guarantee for accurate and scholarly work.
"I didn't blow it," Mr. Tovey was saying in an aggrieved voice.
Mr. Tovey, still impersonating Delilah in the corner, was approaching the more excitable passages of the song.
Mr. Tovey 62 has asked me to substitute for a singer who is ill.