"Oh, tell me who it is," she replied, unable to restrain her curiosity.
"Vell, it iss a secret dat has not yet been vhispered to a soul. But I don"t mind telling you. De name of de young lady iss Miss Dorothy Calvert."
"Why, Herr Deichenberg, you don"t mean that--?"
Dorothy stopped short. A lump came into her throat and she was unable to continue.
"Dat iss just vhat I mean," he smiled, reading her thoughts. "You are to play at de concert, vhere you are expected to do both yourself und your moosic teacher proud."
"Oh, Herr, I hadn"t imagined such an honor would be conferred upon me this year. Why, surely there are other pupils who have more talent and can make a better showing for you than I?"
"My dear young lady, it iss I who shall be de best judge of dat."
"Oh, I didn"t mean--"
"Never before have I had a young lady refuse an invitation to play at my concert."
"Why, Herr, I haven"t refused. You don"t understand me. I--I--"
"Yes, yes. I understand you perfectly--I have surprised you and you have not yet found time to catch your breath. Iss dat not so?"
"Yes, but--"
"Oh, no "buts." I know vhat you vould say. But it is not necessary. I have made up my mind, und once I do dat, I never change."
"I know, Herr, but--"
"Didn"t I say no "buts"? You shall show de people of Baltimore vhat a really fine violinist dey have in their midst."
"Well, if you insist, of course I shall play. And are you to play my accompaniments?"
"I, my dear young lady? No, no; I shall have my hands full vidout attempting dat. But you shall have a full orchestra at your beck und call to t"under at you vun minute und to help you lull de audience to sleep de next."
"Herr, you overwhelm me!"
"Such va.s.s not my intention. I am merely telling you vhat I know to be de truth. You are a remarkable girl und nothing I can say vill turn your head. I have tried it und I know. Dat iss vhy I do not hesitate to say it."
When Dorothy Calvert left Herr Deichenberg"s studio that morning she was the happiest girl in Baltimore.
CHAPTER X
HERR DEICHENBERG"S CONCERT
Herr Deichenberg"s concert was but a month away, and Dorothy, despite the hotness of the weather, practiced as she never had before.
After her visit to the studio Herr Deichenberg resumed his comings to Bellvieu. He seemed never to tire descanting on the beauties of the old estate, and in this way won a warm place in the hearts of both Dorothy and Aunt Betty--aside from his many other fine qualities.
Aunt Betty had been delighted at the thought of Dorothy"s appearing at the Herr"s concert.
"His affairs are the finest of their kind given in the city," she told the girl, "and it is an honor you must not fail to appreciate.
The Herr would not have invited you to appear had he not been sure of your ability to uphold his standards."
The week before the concert Herr Deichenberg came out one morning in a particularly good humor--though, to tell the truth, he seemed always bubbling over with agreeable qualities.
"It iss all arranged," he told Dorothy--"for de concert, I mean. De theater has been put in readiness, und you should see de decorations.
Ah! Vines trailing t"rough de boxes, und de stage just loaded down with palms. Und yet I am not t"rough, I have been offered de loan of some of de finest plants in de city. I tell you, Miss Dorothy, it iss very nice to have friends."
"It is indeed," the girl responded. "A little inspiration from them can go a long way toward helping us accomplish our tasks."
The lesson went unusually well that morning.
Dorothy was practicing certain pieces now, which she was to render at the concert, the selections having been made from among the cla.s.sics by the Herr professor. There were two pieces, and a third--a medley of old Southern airs--was to be held in readiness, though the music master warned his pupil not to be discouraged if she did not receive a second encore.
The Herr was even more particular than was his wont--if such a thing were possible. The missing of the fraction of a beat--the slightest error in execution or technique--he would correct at once, making her play over a certain bar time and again, until her playing was to his entire satisfaction. Then he would encourage her with a nod of approval, and go on to the next.
But Dorothy did not mind this; rather, she revelled in it. Her heart was in her prospective career as a violinist, and she was willing to undergo any discomfort if she could but attain her ambition.
On the morning before the concert Herr Deichenberg made his last call at Bellvieu--before the event. By this time Dorothy had learned well her lessons, and the Herr required that she run over each piece but once. Her execution was perfect--not a note marred or slurred--and he expressed his satisfaction in glowing terms.
"You vill now take a vell-deserved rest," he said. "Please do not touch a violin until you arrive at the theater to-morrow evening."
"I can hardly wait for to-morrow evening to come, Herr," she replied.
The eagerness in her voice caused the music master to smile.
"Ah, but you must not be too anxious, young lady. Better it iss to get de concert off your mind for a vhile. Vhat iss de use of playing de whole affair over in your mind, until you are sick und tired of it? No, no; don"t do it. Vait till you get de reality."
"As well try to banish my dear Aunt Betty from my thoughts," was the answer of the smiling girl.
"Ah, vell, vhen you are as old as I, those t"ings vill not vorry you."
"Ah, but Herr, you are worried yourself--I can see it."
"Vhat! Me vorried? Oh, my dear young lady, no; my composure is perfect--perfect."
"You are worrying right now."
"Over vhat, please?"
"Well, first you are wondering whether the confidence reposed by you in one Miss Dorothy Calvert will be justified when she faces a great audience for the first time in her life. Now, "fess up, aren"t you, Herr Deichenberg?"
"No, no; I have not de slightest doubt of dat."
"Then you are worrying because you fear some of the other numbers on the programme will not come up to your expectations. Now, aren"t you?"
"No, no, Miss Dorothy. No; I do not vorry--of course, there iss dat young lady who is to render de piano selections from "Faust"--er--yet, I have no cause to vorry. No, no, I--"