Whatever disappointment his ears may have suffered it would have been obvious to close observers that his eyes were contented enough. They rested on the fair young singer with delight and admiration, and when she had finished there was no applause like the susceptible American's.
When Miss Bewlay's brother had gradually worked his way to the back of the room, he found the American in an ecstasy.
"She's great," he said. "Say, would it be too much to ask you to introduce me?"
"Not at all," said the brother, who was as pleased at his sister's success as though it were his own.
The American did not return to his own country the next day, nor for many days after; and when he did he was engaged to Miss Gladys Bewlay.
Isn't that a pretty fairy story? and almost every word of it is true.
"I Know, Old Boy—but I've Taken Six—different—remedies."