hiver. Her stare, in conjunction with her "I beg
your pardon!" was a moral douche that would have rendered apologetic and
explanatory Don Juan himself.

To me she was always gracious, which by contrast to her general attitude
towards my sex of studied disdain, I confess flattered me. She was good
enough to observe to Mrs. Peedles, who repeated it to me, that I was the
only gentleman in the house who knew how to behave himself.

The entire first floor was occupied by an Irishman and--they never
minced the matter themselves, so hardly is there need for me to do so.
She was a charming little dark-eyed woman, an ex-tight-rope dancer, and
always greatly offended Mrs. Peedles by claiming Miss Lucretia Barry as
a sister artiste.

"Of course I don't know how it may be now," would reply Mrs. Peedles,
with some slight asperity; "but in my time we ladies of the legitimate
stage used to look down upon dancers and such sort. Of course, no
offence to you, Mrs. O'Kelly."

Neither of them was in the least offended.

"Sure, Mrs. Peedles, ye could never have looked down upon the Signora,"
the O'Kelly would answer laughing. "Ye had to lie back and look up to
her. Why, I've got the crick in me neck to this day!"

"Ah! my dear, and you don't know how nervous I was when glancing down
I'd see his handsome face just underneath me, thinking that with one
false step I might spoil it for ever," would reply the Signora.

"Me darling! I'd have died happy, just smothered in loveliness!" would
return the O'Kelly; and he and the Signora would rush into each other's
arms, and the sound of their kisses would quite excite the little slavey
sweeping down the stairs outside.

He was a barrister attached in theory to the Western Circuit; in
practice, somewhat indifferent to it, much more attached to the lower
strata of Bohemia and the Signora. At the present he was earning all
sufficient for the simple needs of himself and the Signora as a teacher
of music and singing. His method was simple and suited admirably the
locality. Unless specially requested, he never troubled his pupils with
such tiresome things as scales and exercises. His plan was to discover
the song the young man fancied himself singing, the particular jingle
the young lady yearned to knock out of the piano, and to teach it to
them. Was it "Tom Bowling?" Well and good. Come on; follow your leader.
The O'Kelly would sing the first line.

"Now then, try that. Don't be afraid. Just ope