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ir manners； who； before the evening was over； would； perhaps； become tired of the gayety； ask to be excused； and betake themselves to bed。 All of which would be an eminently proper proceeding in view of their extreme age and general infirmities； old gentlemen of three score years and over appearing more or less decrepit to athletes of twenty and five。
Waller was the only man who really seemed to take either of them seriously。 After a critical examination of Richard's head in clear relief under the soft light of the candles； he leaned over to Stedman and said； in a half whisper； nodding toward Richard：
〃Stedman； old man； take that in for a minute。 Strong； isn't it？ Wouldn't you like to paint him as a blessed old Cardinal in a red gown？ See how fine the nose is； and the forehead。 Best head I've seen anywhere。 Something in that old fellow。〃
The dinner went on。 The Malays in scarlet and yellow served the dishes and poured the wine with noiseless regularity。 The men at arms at each side of the door rested their legs。 The two blackamoors； guarding the High Pan…Jam's chair； and who had been promised double pay if they kept still during the entire evening； had not so far winked an eyelid。 Now and then a burst of laughter would start from one end of the table； leap from chair to chair； and end in a deafening roar in which the whole room joined。 Each man was at his best。 Fred； with entire gravity； and with his sternest and most High Pan…Jam expression； told； just after the fish was served； a story of a negro cook at a camp so true to life and in so perfect a dialect that the right…hand blackamoor doubled himself up like a jack…knife； much to the astonishment of those on the far side of the big round table； who up to that moment had firmly believed them to be studio properties with ebony heads screwed on bodies of iron wire； the whole stuffed with curled hair。 Bianchi； Who had come in late； clothed in a Burgomaster's costume and the identical ruff that Oliver had expected to paint him in the night when the Countess took his place； was called to account for piecing out his dress with a pair of breeches a century behind his coat and hat； and had his voice drowned in a roar of protests before he could explain。
Batterson； the big baritone of the club； Batterson with the resonant voice； surpassed all his former efforts by singing； when the cheese and salads were served； a Bedouin love…song； with such power and pathos and to the accompaniment of a native instrument so skilfully handled that the room rose to its feet； waving napkins； and the great Carvalho； the famous tenora guest of Crug's； each member could invite one guestwho was singing that week at the Academy of Music； left his seat and； circling the table； threw his arms about the singer in undisguised admiration。
When the cigars and liqueurs had been passed aroundthese last were poured from bubble…blown decanters and drunk from the little cups flecked with gold that Munson had found in an old shop in Ravenna the chairs were wheeled about or pushed back； and the members and guests rose from the table and drifted to the divans lining the walls； or threw themselves into the easy…chairs that were being brought from the corners by the waiters。 The piano； with the assistance of the two now crest… fallen and disappointed blackamoors； who； Eurydice like； had listened and lost； was pushed from its place against the wall； Crug's 'cello was stripped of its green baize bag and Simmons's violin…case opened and his Stradivarius placed beside it。 The big table； bearing the wreck of the feast； more captivating even in its delightful disorder than it had been in its orderly confusion； was then； with the combined help of all the Malays； moved gently back against the wall； so as to widen the space around the piano； its debris left undisturbed by special orders from the Royal Chair； the rattling of dishes while their fun was in progress being one of the things which the club would not tolerate。
While all this rearranging of the banquet…hall was going on； Simmons was busying himself putting a new bridge under the strings of his violin； tightening its bow； and testing the condition of his instrument by that see…saw； harum…scarum flourish so common to all virtuosos；no function of the club was ever complete without musicthe men meanwhile settled themselves comfortably in their seats； some occupying their old chairs； others taking possession of the divans； the gay costumes of the members； and the black coats and white shirt…fronts of the guests in high relief against the wrecked dinner…table presenting a picture as rich in color as it was strong in contrast。
What is so significant； by the way； or so picturesque； as a dinner…table wrecked by good cheer and hospitality？ The stranded； crumpled napkins； the bunching together of half and wholly emptied glasses； each one marking a period of contentthe low candles； with half dried tears still streaming down their cheeks （tears of laughter； of course）； the charming disorder of cups on plates and the piling up of dishes one on the otherall such a protest against the formality of the beginning！ and all so suggestive of the lavish kindness of the host。 A wonderful object…lesson is a wrecked dinner…table； if one cares to study it。
Silence now fell upon the room； the slightest noise when Simmons played being an unpardonable sin。 The waiters were ordered either to become part of the wall decoration or to betake themselves to the outside hall； or the infernal regions； a suggestion of Waller's when one of them rattled some glasses he was carrying on a tray。
Simmons tucked a handkerchief in the band of his collar； balanced his bow for an instant； looked around the room； and asked； in a modest； obliging way：
〃What shall it be； fellows？〃
〃Better give us Bach。 The aria on the G strings；〃 answered Waller。
〃No； Chopin；〃 cried Fred。
〃No； you wooden…head； Bach's aria；〃 whispered Waller。 〃Don't you know that is the best thing he does？〃
〃Bach it is then；〃 answered Simmons； tucking his instrument under his chin。
As the music filled the room； Richard settled himself on one of the large divans between Nathan and Oliver； his head lying back on the cushions； his eyes half closed。 If the table with its circle of thoughtful and merry faces； had set his brain to work； the tones of Simmons's violin had now stirred his very soul。 Music was the one thing in the world he could not resist。
He had never heard the aria better played。 He had no idea that anyone since Ole Bull's time could play it so well。 Really； the surprises of this wonderful city were becoming greater to him every hour。 Nathan； too； had caught the infection as he sat with his body bent forward； his head on one side listening intently。
When the last note of Simmons's violin had ceased vibrating； Richard sprang to his feet with all the buoyancy of a boy and grasped the musician by the hand。
〃My dear sir； you really astound me！ Your tone is most exquisite； and I must also thank you for the rendering。 It is one quite new to me。 Ole Bull played it； you rememberexcuse me；〃 and he picked up Simmons's violin where he had laid it on the piano； tucked it under his chin； and the