"With your good favour," said Mr. Brimberly, after a tentative sip at his glass, "I'll sing you a old song as was a rare favourite of my father's." "Why, then," said Mr. Jenkins, taking up his banjo, "oblige us with the key." "The key, sir?" answered Mr. Brimberly, pulling down his waistcoat, "what key might you mean?" "The key of the note dominant, Brim." Mr. Brimberly stared and felt for his whisker. "Note dominant," he murmured; "I don't think my song has anything of that sort--" "Oh, well, just whistle a couple o' bars." "Bars," said Mr. Brimberly, shaking his head, "bars, sir, is things wherewith I do not 'old; bars are the 'aunt of the 'umble 'erd, sir--" "No, no, Brim," explained Mr. Stevens, "Jenk merely means you to 'um the air." "Ah, to be sure, now I appre'end! I'll 'um you the hair with pleasure." Mr. Brimberly cleared his throat vigorously and thereafter emitted certain rumbling noises, whereat Mr. Jenkins cocked a knowing head. "C sharp, I think?" he announced. "Not much, Jenk!" said Mr. Stevens decidedly, "it was D flat--as flat a D as ever I heard!" "It was C!" Mr. Jenkins said, "I appeal to Brim." "Well," said Mr. Brimberly ponderously, "I'm reether inclined to think I made it a D--if it wasn't D it was F nat'ral. But if it's all the same to you, I'll accompany myself at the piano-forty." "What," exclaimed Mr. Stevens, emptying and refilling his glass, seeing which Mr. Jenkins did the same, "what--do you play, Brim?" "By hear, sir--only by hear," said Mr. Brimberly modestly, as, having placed bottle and glass upon the piano within convenient reach, he seated himself upon the stool, struck three or four stumbling chords and then, vamping an accompaniment a trifle monotonous as to bass, burst forth into song: "It was a rich merchant that in London did dwell, He had but one daughter, a beautiful gell, Which her name it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old, She'd a very large fortune in silver and gold." Chorus: "Ri tooral ri tooral ri tooral i-day, Ri tooral ri tooral ri tooral i-day." It was now that Mr. Ravenslee, his rough clothes replaced by immaculate attire, entered unostentatiously, and, wholly unobserved by the company, seated himself and lounged there while Mr. Brimberly sang blithely on: "As Dinah was a-walking in her garden one day, Her father came to her and thus he did say: 'Come wed yourself, Dinah, to your nearest of kin, Or you shan't have the benefit of one single pin!'" "Ri tooral ri too--" Here Mr. Jenkins, chancing to catch sight of that unobtrusive figure, let fall his banjo with a clatter, whereupon Mr. Brimberly glancing around, stopped short in the middle of a note, and sat open-mouthed, staring at his master. "Enjoying a musical evening, Brimberly?" Mr. Brimberly blundered to his feet, choked, gasped, groped for his whiskers, and finally spoke: "Why, sir, I--I'm afraid I--we are--" "I didn't know you were such an accomplished musician, Brimberly."