He was fain to lie down, and he fell asleep, to awake in two hours’ time a little strengthened and refreshed. The tune came back again, and he set it down, and then attacked the second one with like success. Morning came, and after a meagre breakfast which finished his resources, he went weakly to the address the dramatist had given him. Mr. Holt had left behind him apologies for unavoidable absence. Would Mr. Stretton call again at three? He wandered desolately home, and; waited, and when the time drew near set out again. This time the dramatist was ready to: receive him. ‘The lady who will sing the songs is here,’ he said, ‘and with your permission I will ask her to try them over now. Will you come with me?’ ‘I would rather await you here,’ said Christopher. The tunes he had written were running riot in his head, and he thought them puerile, vulgar, shameful. He would have torn the papers on which they were written if he had not already surrendered them. He had liked them an hour ago, and now he thought them detestable. ‘As you please,’ said the dramatist, and added ‘poor beggar!’ inwardly as he went upstairs. The composer sat in a sick half-dream and faintly heard a piano sounding in a distant room. It played the prelude of one of his songs. Now and then the sound of a female voice just touched his ears. He was so fatigued and weak that, in spite of his anxiety, he glided into a troubled doze in which he dreamed of Barbara. The dramatist returned, and Christopher came back to the daylight at the sound of the opening door. ‘Mademoiselle Hélène and myself,’ said Mr. Holt, ‘are alike delighted with your setting of the songs. I shall ask you, Mr. Stretton, to read my comedy and to write the whole of the incidental music, if you will accept the commission. We can talk over terms afterwards. In the mean time, shall I offer you a cheque for ten guineas?’ ‘Thank you,’ said Christopher. He took the cheque and walked to the bank, which was near at hand in Pall Mall, received his money, and plunged into an eating-house, whence he emerged intoxicated by the absorption of a cup of coffee and a steak. If you doubt the physical accuracy of that statement, pray reduce yourself to Christopher’s condition and try the experiment. You are respectfully assured that you will doubt no longer. CHAPTER III.