Can you guess who he is ?" Mr.Le Frank had sold a ticket for his concert to the medical adviser of the family--one Mr.Null.A cautious guess in this direction seemed to offer the likeliest chance of success.
"He is a patron of music," the pianist began.
"He hates music," the governess interposed.
"I mean Mr.Null," Mr.Le Frank persisted.
_"I_ mean--" Miss Minerva paused (like the cat with the mouse again!)--_"I_ mean, Mr.Ovid Vere." What form the music-master's astonishment might have assumed may be matter for speculation, it was never destined to become matter of fact.
At the moment when Miss Minerva overwhelmed him with the climax of her story, a little, rosy, elderly gentleman, with a round face, a sweet smile, and a curly gray head, walked into the room, accompanied by two girls.

Persons of small importance--only Mr.Gallilee and his daughters.
"How d'ye-do, Mr.Le Frank.

I hope you got plenty of money by the concert.

I gave away my own two tickets.

You will excuse me, I'm sure.
Music, I can't think why, always sends me to sleep.