He glared at me when I came in, and did not return my greeting.

He sat and scowled, and grew angrier and angrier.
"Well!" he said, suddenly.

"The rest of you can do as you please, but I shall not sing to-night! I'm an artist, and I value my professional reputation too highly to appear with a vulgarian like this comic singer!" "Oh, I say, old chap!" said the tenor, looking uncomfortable.

"That's a bit thick! Harry's a good sort--I've heard him----" "I'm not concerned with his personality!" said the bass.

"I resent being associated with a man who makes a mountebank, a clown, of himself!" I listened and said nothing.