"I'd give a good deal to see it under your chin for an hour.

Anyhow, I'd like to show it to you.

Will you come ?" It was like him to bring matters to a head so quickly.
The Romany's eyes glistened.

"To play the Sarasate alone to you ?" he asked.
"That's it-at nine o'clock to-night, if you can." "I will come--yes, I will come," Jethro answered, the lids drooping over his eyes in which were the shadows of the first murder of the created world.
"Here is my address, then." Ingolby wrote something on his visiting-card.

"My man'll let you in, if you show that.