In one of them the dentist fancied he saw a strong resemblance to the boy who had tormented the intoxicated lodger and who had turned such marvellous somersaults.

Trina could not bear to watch their antics.
She turned away her head with a little shudder.

"It always makes me sick," she explained.
The beautiful young lady, "The Society Contralto," in evening dress, who sang the sentimental songs, and carried the sheets of music at which she never looked, pleased McTeague less.

Trina, however, was captivated.

She grew pensive over "You do not love me--no; Bid me good-by and go;" and split her new gloves in her enthusiasm when it was finished.
"Don't you love sad music, Mac ?" she murmured.
Then came the two comedians.