The Gorgio had the world on his key-chain! Every door would open to him--that was written on his face--unless Fate stepped in and closed all doors! The door of Fleda's heart had already been opened, but he had not yet made his bed in it, and there was still time to help Fate, if her mystic finger beckoned.
Jethro nodded in response to Ingolby's invitation to drink.

"But I do not drink much when I play," he remarked.

"There's enough liquor in the head when the fiddle's in the hand.

'Dadia', I do not need the spirit to make the pulses go!" "As little as you like then, if you'll only play as well as you did this afternoon," Ingolby said cheerily.

"I will play better," was the reply.
"On Sarasate's violin--well, of course." "Not only because it is Sarasate's violin, 'Kowadji'!" "Kowadji! Oh, come now, you may be a Gipsy, but that doesn't mean that you're an Egyptian or an Arab.