"Oh, you can give us an air from one of the operas."
"Villikens and his Dinah?" suggested Tracy.
"Very good," said Wilmot.
Wilmot was one of those, who, with no voice or musical ear, are under the delusion that they are admirable singers. He executed the song in his usual style, and was rewarded with vociferous applause, which appeared to gratify him.
"Gentleman," he said, laying his hand upon his heart, "I am deeply grateful for your kind appreciation of my—"
"Admirable singing," suggested Dunbar.
"Of my admirable singing," repeated Wilmot, gravely.
This speech was naturally followed by an outburst of laughter. Wilmot looked around him in grave surprise.
"I don't see what you fellows are laughing at," he said, "unless you're all drunk."
He sat down amid a round of applause, evidently puzzled to understand the effect of his words.