For Mr.
King, the son of our Boston millionnaire, who has lately been piling up money in the East, persuaded her to quit the stage when she had but just started in her grand career.

All the musical world in Rome were vexed with him for preventing her re-engagement.

As for Fitzgerald, I believe he would have shot him if he could have found him.

It was a purely musical disappointment, for he was never introduced to the fascinating Senorita; but he fairly pined upon it.

I told him the best way to drive off the blue devils would be to go with me and a few friends to the Grotta Azzura.