Then, when their stomachs were full of good food, and the soul of the grape tingled in their veins, and their souls glowed under her great magnetic power, she suddenly seized the fiddle, and showed them another of her enchantments.

She put it on her knee, and played a tune that would have made gout, cholic and phthisic dance upon their last legs.

She played to the eye as well as to the ear, with such a smart gesture of the bow, and such a radiance of face as she looked at them, that whether the music came out of her wooden shell, or her horse-hair wand, or her bright self, seemed doubtful.

They pranced on their chairs; they could not keep still.

She jumped up; so did they.