There was singing behind a curtain--wretched rubbish; but there were some old airs too with an accompaniment on the flutes, in the style of Olympus, and really not so bad.
"Then spirits appeared.

By Sirius a queer business altogether! Medius is in the midst of it all.

I arranged the chorus and sang with them a little.

All I got for it was a little dirty silver--there! But as for a lodging--free quarters!--there are none to be found here for anything above an owl; and then there is the edict--that cursed edict!" During this speech the younger man had exchanged meaning glances with his mother.

He now interrupted Karnis, saying in a tone of encouragement: "Never mind, father; we have something good in view." "You have ?" said the old man with an incredulous shrug, while his wife served him with a small roast chicken, on a stool which did duty for a table.
"Yes father, we!" the lad went on, laying aside his knife.