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"
In
London
,
Paris
,
Milan
,
"
said
Mr.
Bartell
D'Arcy
warmly
.
"
I
suppose
Caruso
,
for
example
,
is
quite
as
good
,
if
not
better
than
any
of
the
men
you
have
mentioned
.
"
"
Maybe
so
,
"
said
Mr.
Browne
.
"
But
I
may
tell
you
I
doubt
it
strongly
.
"
"
O
,
I
'd
give
anything
to
hear
Caruso
sing
,
"
said
Mary
Jane
.
"
For
me
,
"
said
Aunt
Kate
,
who
had
been
picking
a
bone
,
"
there
was
only
one
tenor
.
To
please
me
,
I
mean
.
But
I
suppose
none
of
you
ever
heard
of
him
.
"
"
Who
was
he
,
Miss
Morkan
?
"
asked
Mr.
Bartell
D'Arcy
politely
.
"
His
name
,
"
said
Aunt
Kate
,
"
was
Parkinson
.
I
heard
him
when
he
was
in
his
prime
and
I
think
he
had
then
the
purest
tenor
voice
that
was
ever
put
into
a
man
's
throat
.
"
"
Strange
,
"
said
Mr.
Bartell
D'Arcy
.
"
I
never
even
heard
of
him
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
Miss
Morkan
is
right
,
"
said
Mr.
Browne
.
"
I
remember
hearing
of
old
Parkinson
but
he
's
too
far
back
for
me
.
"
"
A
beautiful
,
pure
,
sweet
,
mellow
English
tenor
,
"
said
Aunt
Kate
with
enthusiasm
.
Gabriel
having
finished
,
the
huge
pudding
was
transferred
to
the
table
.
The
clatter
of
forks
and
spoons
began
again
.
Gabriel
's
wife
served
out
spoonfuls
of
the
pudding
and
passed
the
plates
down
the
table
.
Midway
down
they
were
held
up
by
Mary
Jane
,
who
replenished
them
with
raspberry
or
orange
jelly
or
with
blancmange
and
jam
.
The
pudding
was
of
Aunt
Julia
's
making
and
she
received
praises
for
it
from
all
quarters
She
herself
said
that
it
was
not
quite
brown
enough
.
