Men loved him.

In the glow of their camaraderie he was always at his best, excited, joyous, irresponsibly gay and hearty.
But to-night the fun and sparkle passed him by.

Garry was right.

He was surely not himself.

Could it be--just Brian?
"'Pagliacci!'" demanded someone.
Kreiling laughed indulgently and beckoned Jan to the piano.