"You would have gone, then, to a man of sawdust, a chicken-livered bungler! What is it that you want done?
Speak to me.

I am a man." The leader of the orchestra was essaying upon his violin the tentative strains of a popular air.

The girl had reappeared and was poising herself upon her toes.

The leader of the orchestra summoned Coulois.
"I must dance," he announced.

"Afterwards I will return." He leapt lightly to his feet and swung into the room with extended arms.
Draconmeyer looked down at his plate.
"It is a risk, this, we are running," he muttered.