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"Oh, but Angus, my dear he's the FLAUTIST. Don't you remember? The divine bit of Scriabin. At least I believe it was Scriabin. But PERFECTLY DIVINE!!! I adore the flute above all things " And Francis placed his hand on Angus' arm, and rolled his eyes Lay this to the credit of a bottle of Lacrimae Cristi, if you like. "Yes.

The opera season ended, Aaron was invited by Cyril Scott to join a group of musical people in a village by the sea. He accepted, and spent a pleasant month. It pleased the young men musically-inclined and bohemian by profession to patronise the flautist, whom they declared marvellous.

After lunch the gang was photographed in the garden, and Muchross gave the village flautist half a "quid," making him promise to drink their healths till he was "blind." "I never like to leave a place without having done some good," he shouted, as he scrambled into his seat. This sentiment was applauded until the sensual torpor of digestion intervened.

Macfarlane issues a notice, which is printed by Blair, and besides White I notice Black and Gray. The establishment of Mr. Snodgrass, near the Scotch Boot Stores, was remindful of Charles Dickens, and the small flautist piping "Annie Laurie," put me in mind of Robert Burns, the hairdresser of Warrenpoint. It became difficult to realise that this was Ireland.

And we'll let him say it. "ENGLISH!" whispered Francis melodramatically in the ear of Angus. "I THOUGHT so. The flautist." Angus put in his monocle, and stared at the oblivious shoulders of Aaron, without apparently seeing anything. "Yes. Obviously English," said Angus, pursing like a bird. "Oh, but I heard him," whispered Francis emphatically. "Quite," said Angus. "But quite inoffensive."

From the pencil of this most lovable man, with his unrivalled power of expressing all he saw and thought, I cannot recall many lovable characters of either sex or any age. Here and there a good-natured cabby, a jolly navvy, a simple-minded flautist or bagpiper, or a little street Arab, like the small boy who pointed out the jail doctor to his pal and said, "That's my medical man."

"I shall satisfy myself as to the nocturnal visitor, the magic flautist, and the bewildering Annapla and probably find the mystery as simple as the egg in the conjurer's bottle when all's ended!"

"Humph! not bad not bad at all," said Wilkins, as a murmur of satisfaction arose from the men. Meanwhile, the flautist was turning over his flute and glancing from it to the beautiful instrument Dick held. "Now," cried the leader, "run through that again, Jones or, no, with the clarionet."

Aaron looked at her and she at him. She, as she reclined there in bed in a sort of half-light, well made-up, smoking her cigarettes and talking in a rather raucous voice, making her slightly rasping witty comments to the other men in the room of course there were other men, the audience was a shock to the flautist. This was the bride of the moment!

"Decidedly a diplomatist!" said Count Victor, laughing. "I always loved an enthusiast; go on go on, good Mungo. And so he is my nocturnal owl, my flautist of the bower, my Orpheus of the mountains. Does the gifted Annapla also connive, and are hers the window signals?" "Annapla kens naething o' that " "The what do you call it? the Second Sight appears to have its limitations."