On a sudden the Greek's sallow visage lightened.

"It is to you! it is to you!" he cried, stretching his finger at Wilfrid.

The young officer, having apparently waited till he had finished with his knife and fork, was leaning his cheek on his fist, looking at nobody, and quietly humming a part of the air.

Mr.Pericles complimented and thanked him.
"But you have ear for music extraordinaire!" he said.
Adela patted her brother fondly, remarking--"Yes, when his feelings are concerned." "Will you repeat zat ?" asked the Greek.

"'To-to-ri:' hein?
I lose it.
'To-to-ru:' bah! I lose it; 'To-ri:--to--ru--ri ro:' it is no use: I lose it." Neither his persuasions, nor his sneer, "Because it is Sunday, perhaps!" would induce Wilfrid to be guilty of another attempt.