the request, and to turn the conversation asked him where he had learned to play the guitar so well.
"Oh," he answered, "in Istamboul, years ago. Everybody plays in Istamboul—and most people sing love songs. Besides it is so easy," and he ran scales up and down the strings with marvellous rapidity to illustrate what he said.
"And do you never sing English songs, Mr. Isaacs?" asked the collector of Pegnugger, who was enchanted, not having heard a note of music for months.
"Oh, sometimes," he answered. "I think I could sing 'Drink to me only with thine eyes'—do you know it?" He began to play the melody on the guitar while he spoke.
"Rather—I should think so!" Kildare was heard to say. He was beginning to think the concert had lasted long enough.
"Oh, do sing it, Mr. Isaacs," said the young girl, "and my brother and I will join in. It will be so pretty!"
It certainly sounded very sweetly as he gave the melody in his clear, high tones, and Miss Westonhaugh and John sang with him. Having heard it several thousand times myself, I was beginning to recognise the tune well enough to enjoy it a good deal.
"That is very nice," said Kildare, who was sorry he had made an impatient remark before, and wanted to atone.
"Eh? what? how's that?" said Mr. Ghyrkins just
