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Updated: June 19, 2025
"A false start, giant! you were to begin with an O." "I'll make you end with an O, Mr. William Cary!" roared the testy tower of buckram. "And so I do, for I end with 'Fico!" "Be mollified, sweet giant," said Frank, "and spare the rash youth of yon foolish knight. Shall elephants catch flies, or Hurlo-Thrumbo stain his club with brains of Dagonet the jester?
"It is a day of rejoicing, so let us rejoice!" said Von Barwig, as he emerged from his little room with a violin bow and some music in his hand. He then took a ring off his finger. "Poons, here! This ring was given me by your father twenty-five years ago. Wear it for my sake! For you, Pinac, my Mendelssohn Concerto. See, here is Mendelssohn's own signature! Fico, here is my Tuart bow.
"Excellent, excellent!" said Von Barwig, rubbing his hands, and going over to the window he pulled up the blind. "He falls into our trap very easily," whispered Pinac to Fico; "but be careful!" Poons looked on and smiled as usual. "I should like nothing better," said Von Barwig. "You shall all dine with me," and before his friends could remonstrate he had invited Poons to the banquet.
Gone was his commanding spirit, and in its place was a quiet, gentle dignity which called forth respect as well as love; but above all love. "He is sleeping later than usual," said Jenny as she restored the crockery to its proper place in the cupboard. "All the strength of the coffee will boil away," murmured Fico. "Parbleu! we make new coffee for him," replied Pinac. "He have sleep long enough.
"Pish, tush," said Adrian. "A fico for the phrase. I 'll bet a shilling, all the same," and he scanned Anthony's countenance apprehensively, "that you 'll be wanting money?" "It's considered rather low," Anthony generalised, "to offer a bet on what you have every ground for regarding as a certainty." "A certainty?" groaned Adrian. He tossed his plump arms heavenwards. "There it is!
"I go on a honeymoon," he said, and they all laughed. "I go home," he added. "No cruel farewells, no sad partings! Jenny will tell you. I am called away. Sit down, all of you, where you always sit. Fico, your mandolin; Pinac, your violin! Poons, your 'cello!" They did as he asked them, "So, now! Play, sing, be happy, just as always!
She walked across the hall that led to the front door. "Don't the dratted bell keep goin'," she went on as she tugged open the door, which the damp weather had caused to swell and stick to the door-jamb. "Forgot your key?" she said as she recognised Signor Tagliafico, better known as Fico, the third-floor, hall-bedroom "guest," as Miss Husted insisted on calling her lodgers.
"Gentlemen," she began; then hesitated. After all it was the professor's secret. Perhaps they knew; if not, 'twas better they should. The men looked at each other inquiringly, and waited for her to speak. "I'm very glad I've found you together very glad. Do you notice any change in me?" Pinac and Fico shook their heads, mainly because they were mystified.
His son was already a general and he himself whatever ambition could dream of in its wildest visions. In this mood, if any one endeavoured to bring Sir Arthur down to the regions of common life, his replies were in the vein of Ancient Pistol A fico for the world, and worldlings base I speak of Africa and golden joys!
He picked it up, and his heart stood still for a moment as he glanced at it, for it was a miniature portrait of his wife. He thrust it hastily in his pocket and went on distributing the parts of the symphony. "You, the first violin, Pinac," and he handed him his part. "For you, Fico, the second violin. Poons, the 'cello, of course," and the men hurried to get their instruments.
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