"
Chorus:
"Ri tooral ri tooral ri tooral i-day,
Ri tooral ri tooral ri tooral i-day."
It was now that Mr. Ravenslee, his rough clothes replaced by immaculate
attire, entered unostentatiously, and, wholly unobserved by the company,
seated himself and lounged there while Mr. Brimberly sang blithely on:
"As Dinah was a-walking in her garden one day,
Her father came to her and thus he did say:
'Come wed yourself, Dinah, to your nearest of kin,
Or you shan't have the benefit of one single pin!'"
"Ri tooral ri too--"
Here Mr. Jenkins, chancing to catch sight of that unobtrusive figure,
let fall his banjo with a clatter, whereupon Mr. Brimberly glancing
around, stopped short in the middle of a note, and sat open-mouthed,
staring at his master.
"Enjoying a musical evening, Brimberly?"
Mr. Brimberly blundered to his feet, choked, gasped, groped for his
whiskers, and finally spoke:
"Why, sir, I--I'm afraid I--we are--"
"I didn't know you were such an accomplished musician, Brimberly."
"Mu-musician, sir?" Brimberly stammered, his eyes goggling; "'ardly
that, sir, oh, 'ardly that, I--I venture to--to tinkle a bit now an'
then, sir--no offence I 'ope, sir?"
"Friends musical too, it seems.
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