'Amy,' he exclaimed, 'is it possible that this is your performance?'
'It is, father.'
'And you have had no teacher?'
'Yes, you have been, my teacher. For eight long years I have been
your pupil--a silent but a most attentive pupil. I owe all my
knowledge to you.'
'It is admirable,' he murmured, 'and the very thing I want; as like
my execution as if I myself had done it.'
'Do you say so, my father?' Amy exultingly exclaimed. 'Do you say so?
That is praise beyond what I had ever dared to hope for;' and, for
the first time in her life, she threw herself into her parent's
embrace.
Beaufort re-examined the work. 'Did you intend it to pair my Prospero
and Miranda?' he asked.
'I did, though not with the idea of its ever being sold as such. I
greatly admired your father and daughter, and thought I would attempt
a similar piece. I thought, to'--she stopped for a moment, then
blushingly added--'I thought it an appropriate offering from one who
desires to be a Cordelia to you.
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