CHAPTER XXI.
At this season Mr.Pericles reappeared.

He had been, he said, through "Paris, Turin, Milano, Veniss, and by Trieste over the Summering to Vienna on a tour for a voice." And in no part of the Continent, his vehement declaration assured the ladies, had he found a single one.
It was one universal croak--ahi! And Mr.Pericles could, affirm that Purgatory would have no pains for him after the torments he had recently endured.

"Zey are frogs if zey are not geese," said Mr.Pericles.
"I give up.

Opera is dead.

Hein?
for a time;" and he smiled almost graciously, adding: "Where is she ?" For Emilia was not present.
The ladies now perceived a greatness of mind in the Greek's devotion to music, and in his non-mercenary travels to assist managers of Opera by discovering genius.