Middlemist did full justice to the erotic passion of this great lyric: 'Perchawnce if we 'ad never met, We 'ad been spared this mad regret, This hendless striving to forget For hever hand for he-e-e-ver! Mrs. Murch let her head droop sentimentally. Horace glanced at Fanny, who, however, seemed absorbed in reflections as unsentimental as could be.