One night, at the German Club in Mortimer Street, upon some special occasion when ''high jinks" had been going on all the evening, he [Alfred Gruenfeld] dropped in at about half-past eleven (having been already playing at a concert and a couple of parties), "took the piano" in obedience to an unanimous call on the part of the members present and their guests, and kept it, barring brief intervals devoted to refreshment, until five o'clock the following morning. During the interim he gave us specimens of all the leading P.F. composers' works, and extemporised half-a-dozen times upon themes suggested by one or another of his hearers. Like Rubinstein, he believed firmly in the inspiration of tobacco, and never played so well as when a cigar was smouldering in a comer of his mouth.