"It's all the same to me.

I don't know one tune from another." The young fiddler played one of the popular airs of the day.

He did not undertake to sing, for the atmosphere was so bad that he could hardly avoid coughing.

He was anxious to get out into the street, but he did not wish to refuse playing.

When he had finished his tune, one of those present, a sailor, cried, "That's good.