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"It is a long time since we have had a nice little dinner together," he said in his Gallic way. "Yes," assented Von Barwig, "a long time!" "A dinner during which we can exchange confidences," ventured Fico, interspersing his English with Italian, and a word or two of slang. Pinac gave Fico a look of warning. "He means a 'art to 'art talk," explained Pinac.
It is broken in two places, but it is a fine bow." "What is all this?" asked Pinac. "It is my birthday!" replied Von Barwig, slightly at a loss for an answer. "Your birthday is next month, Anton," said Fico. "Well, I celebrate it now! It is my birthday, I celebrate it when I please. Come, no more questions, let us make this a day of rejoicing! Come, wish me luck!
"And when Mr. Fico said, 'Wine is the enemy of mankind, Mr. Pinac jumped up and said, 'Is it? Then give me my enemy, that I may drink him down. Oh, it was a most enjoyable affair. I can't tell you all that was said," went on Miss Husted. "But how the wit did flow! Wit and wine; no, wit and water; there wasn't much wine.
There was a stove, a sink, a large cupboard, and other conveniences for light housekeeping. There were four bedroom doors opening into this hallway, three of which were occupied by Pinac, Fico and Poons, and the fourth Von Barwig took possession of.
A cord for ever against fifty fathom of water, though not in the sense of the base proverb a fico for the phrase, better sus. per funem, than sus. per coll."
Barrow said that "poetry was a kind of ingenious nonsense"; and I think, that, deceived by the glut, the present time is very much of Barrow's mind. But, courage, my music-making masters! Your warbling, if it be of genuine quality, shall echo upon the other side of the hill which hides the unborn years. Only be sure, the song be pure; and you may "give the fico to your adversaries."
Both Fico and Pinac felt that he was right, and from that day forward they did practise and study, with the result that a year or so later they were admitted into the Union; but times were hard and good regular engagements were rare.
"I am almost sure he doesn't." "We ask him to dine the evening," said Fico, with a look of triumph, feeling that he had not only discovered the problem but had also solved it. "Yes," assented Pinac, "we ask him." At this moment Poons came back into the room, having forgotten his music. Miss Husted was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had no time to frown at him.
"What is he doing out every night, nearly all night?" The men looked at each other; this was another revelation. They were out at night themselves and so did not know of his absence. "There's something done up to go to pawn now," said Miss Husted, pointing to a box wrapped up in a paper on the piano. It was Von Barwig's case of pistols. Pinac and Fico looked at each other in astonishment.
Pinac was playing his violin, Poons the 'cello and Fico was at the piano, with Jenny apparently as the audience. "Isn't Professor Barwig here?" inquired Miss Husted, surprised at his room being occupied during his absence. "No, Miss Owstong," said Pinac, always the spokesman of the trio. He spoke English slightly better than Fico, who could barely make himself understood.
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