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Rh said Mr. Rathbone-Slater, and added lower, "Best fun you can get out of a fiddle—my opinion."

"I really don't understand," said the Angel. "A pig crowing!"

"You don't like Imitations," said Mrs. Jehoram. "Nor do I really. I accept the snub. I think they degrade. &hellip;"

"Perhaps afterwards Mr. Angel will Relent," said Lady Hammergallow, when Mrs. Pirbright had explained the matter to her. She could scarcely credit her ear-trumpet. When she asked for Imitations she was accustomed to get Imitations.

Mr. Wilmerdings had seated himself at the piano, and had turned to a familiar pile of music in the recess. "What do you think of that Bar-carole thing of Spohr's?" he said over his shoulder. "I suppose you know it?" The Angel looked bewildered.

He opened the folio before the Angel.

"What an odd kind of book!" said the Angel. "What do all those crazy dots mean?" (At that the Vicar's blood ran cold.)

"What dots?" said the Curate.

"There!" said the Angel with incriminating finger.