Even if you don't play yourself, your friends might like to entertain themselves with a little music while you were mudding.' 'I shall get one at once if you like,' said Pitman nervously, anxious to please.

'I play the fiddle a little as it is.' 'I know you do,' said Michael; 'but what's the fiddle--above all as you play it?
What you want is polyphonic music.

And I'll tell you what it is--since it's too late for you to buy a piano I'll give you mine.' 'Thank you,' said the artist blankly.

'You will give me yours?
I am sure it's very good in you.' 'Yes, I'll give you mine,' continued Michael, 'for the inspector of police to play on while his men are digging up your back garden.' Pitman stared at him in pained amazement.
'No, I'm not insane,' Michael went on.

'I'm playful, but quite coherent.
See here, Pitman: follow me one half minute.