My friend sang for nothing at my concert.

Don't suppose for a moment that he expects it of me! But I am going to play for nothing at his concert.

May I appeal to your kind patronage to take two tickets ?" The reply ended appropriately in musical sound--a golden tinkling, in Mr.Le Frank's pocket.
Having paid his tribute to art and artists, Mr.Gallilee looked furtively at Miss Minerva.

On the wise principle of letting well alone, he perceived that the happy time had arrived for leaving the room.

How was he to make his exit?
He prided himself on his readiness of resource, in difficulties of this sort, and he was equal to the occasion as usual--he said he would go to his club.
"We really have a capital smoking-room at that club," he said.