The dragon wasn't too civil to her, though it was the first day." "Not civil to her?
If I were present, and heard that woman breathe the slight eat incivility, I'd--" He broke off in the midst of his vehemence with a startled look towards the door.
"Mr.Egger," he exclaimed, "a song; I beg, a song.

Come, I'll lead off.
'Miss Enderby hath a beaming eye'-- Bah! I'm not in voice to-night." Egger was persuaded to sit down to the piano.

It was a mournful instrument, reduced to discordant wheeziness by five-finger exercises, but the touch of the Swiss could still evoke from it some kind of harmony.

He sang a Volkslied, and in a way which showed that there was poetry in the man's nature, though his outward appearance gave so little promise of it.

His voice was very fair, and well suited to express the tender pathos of these inimitable melodies.