Keith shrugged his shoulders.
"Eblis is the Oriental name for the Devil."
"Oh, I understand." Kitty's quick perception seized the idea at once. "Yes, there would be some fun in playing such a character."
"Then give myself and Lazarus a commission to write you a part. I am anxious to make a start, and I think Lazarus would write charming music. I'll be librettist, and, of course, can write the character to suit you."
Kitty glanced critically at him.
"Can you compose music," she asked Lazarus.
In answer, he played a charming gavotte, bright and crisp, with a quaint rhythm.
"Very pretty," said Kitty critically, "but not my style. Play something with a little more 'go' in it."
"Like this?" He brought his hands down on the ivory keys with a tremendous crash, and plunged into a wild fantastic galop that made everybody long to dance. Kitty clapped her hands, and her whole face lighted up with enthusiasm as the brilliancy and dash of the melody carried her away.
"Bravo!" she cried, when he finished. "That's what I want; write me music like that, and I'll engage to have it produced. You'll do. Now, sir," turning to Keith, "what's your idea?"