Von Barwig"s face fell. "Ah," he said, "you have a father. Fool that I am," he went on. "Yes, of course; you have a father, and it is not----"
At this point Miss Stanton made up her mind that Herr Von Barwig did not understand English quite as well as he spoke it, for she repeated rather sharply this time that she was discussing the boy"s musical education, not her own. Then she added that there remained only the question of terms to discuss and she would detain him no longer.
Von Barwig did not hear her. He could only mutter to himself in German, "A father, she has a father!" Then he told the boy to call the next afternoon and he would hear him play. The lad thanked him and went home to his parents.
After the boy"s departure, Miss Stanton repeated her request to be allowed to discuss the terms for the boy"s tuition; and when the music master made no response she said: "Very well; whatever your charges are I will pay them."
"There will be none," said Von Barwig decidedly.
"But I wish to defray the entire expense," said Miss Stanton, greatly mystified at Von Barwig"s refusal to receive payment for his work.
"I cannot take money from you," he said.
"Cannot take money from me? I do not understand you!" and Miss Stanton arose. "Please explain." There was an awkward pause.
Von Barwig saw that he had made a mistake. "I like to help all children," he said somewhat lamely. "You are engaged in work of charity; I do my share," he added.
The explanation only partially satisfied her, and she regarded him doubtfully.
Von Barwig realised now that he had shown himself over-anxious. "I do something for him, I shall take an interest in him," he said, "because you brought him here."
"What a strange man!" she thought as she looked at him in surprise. "A poor, struggling musician with the air and grace of a n.o.bleman conferring a favour on a lady of his own cla.s.s!" Then she looked around the studio with its old-fashioned piano and the stacks of old music lying about here and there; a violin with one or two bows and resin boxes in the corner, some music stands, Poons"s "cello case, a broken metronome; and on the walls some cheap pictures of the old musicians. In a fit of generosity, Miss Husted had bought them and put them on the walls. Von Barwig had not the heart to remove them, although cheap art did not appeal to him.
Miss Stanton looked at them now, and then at him, and a deep feeling of pity came into her heart. "He has so little," she thought, "yet he is willing to give; and he gives with the air of a prince!"
"I cannot allow you to--to--" she began. "You are not rich, and yet you wish to teach for nothing. Surely your time is--is valuable----"
"I have more than I need," he replied with quiet dignity.
The heiress to twenty-five millions felt the rebuff and she liked him all the more for it, but she would not accept his offer without an effort to prevent the sacrifice.
"Why should you sacrifice yourself?" she asked.
"It is no sacrifice to--ah--please, please! Put it down to the whim of an old man--what you will; but don"t deny me this pleasure! Don"t, please!"
His pleading look disarmed her and she gave up trying to dissuade him.
"Very well," she said. "It shall be as you wish."
She could not help liking him, she said to herself. His manner, at first a little embarra.s.sing, now interested her strangely. He reminded her of a German n.o.bleman she had met in Washington at the German Emba.s.sy. His grace, his bearing, his whole demeanour was n.o.ble and dignified in the extreme. Under ordinary circ.u.mstances, she would have regarded his offer to teach her little charge for nothing as a gross breach of politeness, but with him she did not feel angry in the least.
"It"s curious," she said, "I came here with a good object in view; and you calmly appropriate my good intentions and make them your own, and what is still more strange I allow you to do so."
"Ah, don"t say that!" still the tearful, pleading voice that moved her so.
"Yes, I allow you to do so," she persisted, and then she added, "Do you know, Herr Barwig, I like you, in spite of a strong temptation to be very angry with you?"
She had now moved around to the piano.
"You know," she said enthusiastically, "I love music and musical people. Some of the very greatest artists come to my father"s musicales."
"My father," the words made Von Barwig"s heart sink. "My father!"
She sat down at the piano; he raised the lamp and looked into her eyes, and as he stood there with the lamp uplifted she looked into his face.
"Of whom do you remind me?" she said quickly. "Don"t move----"
There was a deep silence. The old man could hear his heart beat.
"Of whom, of whom?" he gasped. "Go on; tell me! Try to remember! For G.o.d"s sake try to remember!"
"There, now, it"s gone!" she said. "I can"t think," she added after a pause, greatly surprised at his look. "You know somehow or other I always feel at home with musicians. What a busy little studio this is," she went on, looking around. "You"re quite successful, aren"t you?"
Von Barwig nodded.
"It must be very gratifying to earn a lot of money through your own efforts; not for the mere money, but for the success. I"m glad you"re successful!" she said with such feeling that it surprised even herself.
"Why?" asked Von Barwig. "Why are you glad?"
"I don"t know. I suppose--" she paused. She did not like to say it was because she had thought he was very poor and was delighted to find that he was not; so she said it was because of his kindness to the boy, "and because I--I love music," she added.
"You play?" he inquired.
"A little."
"Play for me." The words came almost unbidden. It was an impulse to which he responded because he could not help it. "Play for me," he pleaded.
She ran her hands idly over the keys. "I ought to be angry," she thought, "he, a mere music master, to ask me to play for him as if he were an equal."
But the gentle expression on the old man"s face as he regarded her with a tender smile was so full of hallowed affection and respect that she could not utter the words which came to her lips. She merely looked at him and returned his smile with one of her own and Heaven opened for the old man. She began to play.
"You know I play very little," she said.
"I love to hear music from your fingers," was all he could say.
Miss Stanton listened a moment.
"What music is that?" She heard the men upstairs playing. "It"s very pretty," she added. They both listened for a few moments. "It"s really beautiful! Can I get it? I"d like to know that melody."
"I make for you a piano score. It"s the music they played the night that she, that she--" his breath came quickly. "Lieber Gott! Elene; so like Elene, so like!" he said, as he gazed at her.
Miss Stanton took off her gloves and began to play. She had hardly struck the opening chords of a simple pianoforte piece when there came a knock at the door. Before Von Barwig could speak a man entered. She stopped playing and Von Barwig"s heart sank as he recognised the collector for the pianoforte house.
"I am engaged, sir. If you please, another time!"
"I"ve called for the piano," said the man, taking some papers out of his pocket.
"Another time, for G.o.d"s sake!" pleaded Von Barwig. "Please go on, Miss Stanton."