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It was because she expected her father that she acted under Beverly's advice and did not mention the subject to Joles, nor even to Herr Von Barwig until her father had instituted an inquiry. The meeting between Von Barwig and his pupil was marked by no special display of emotion or even more than ordinary interest; for Von Barwig had steeled himself for the occasion.
Stanton!" repeated Mr. Joles, almost horrified at the idea of Von Barwig's asking for his master. "Mr. Stanton?" he repeated. "Have you an appointment with him?" Von Barwig admitted that he had not. "Mr. Stanton sees no one without an appointment," said Mr. Joles, slowly recovering from the shock Von Barwig had given him. "Besides which, he is at present at Bar Harbour."
It was about five minutes before three the next afternoon when Anton Von Barwig's card was brought up to Hélène's room by Joles. Herr Von Barwig had evidently taken the precaution to have his name printed on a piece of pasteboard, so as not to offend Joles's delicate sense of propriety. "Will you see him, miss?" asked the man-servant; glancing at the cardboard somewhat suspiciously.
He called at her home, and was informed by Joles that she was engaged; that a German gentleman was giving her music instruction, and that her orders were that she was not to be disturbed. Beverly left his card, intending to call the next day, but the fates were against him, and he was sent for by the State Department in regard to his diplomatic position and had to go to Washington.
"Ask him up at once, please," said Miss Stanton, in such a decided tone that Joles hastened to obey her orders. Hélène was perplexed; she had been thinking all the morning of the false position she found herself in. She had told the old music master that she could not play at all, or could only play a little, and that she wanted to take piano lessons.
Oh, he's not known here as well as he was in Germany! What's the matter, father?" she cried out as the man almost tottered into his chair. "Father, father! what is it?" "Nothing, nothing; what should be the matter? I these attacks come periodically now. A little heart trouble it will soon pass away. Ring for Joles!" She obeyed him instantly. "Good God, good God! Is it possible?
"You have explained?" she asked Von Barwig. He nodded, but did not speak. The sound of approaching voices caught their ears. Joles threw open both doors and Mr. Cruger came into the room with his son and Mrs. Cruger, followed by many others. They greeted Mr. Stanton, who welcomed them as well as he could. In a few moments the conversation became general. Von Barwig stood apart from them. Mr.
I have never had a better rehearsal, and I think it is only your due to say you have pleased me very much, indeed. I cannot tell you how much. I feel strongly assured of our success in this play. Again I thank you. Ladies and gentlemen" he waved his hand in dismissal "till to-morrow morning." "By Joles!" old Carson Tinker muttered. "I never knew anything like it!"
"Not now," she replied. "I have an engagement. Come to-morrow at this hour. I'll leave word this time," she added with a smile. "Mr. Stanton is so particular about callers that no one can get near me without being personally guaranteed by Joles or Mr. Ditson." "You haven't seen Mr. Ditson, have you? He is father's secretary. I don't like him, and I'm so sorry.
"I beg your pardon!" said Joles in anything but an apologetic manner. "Miss Stanton is well?" repeated Von Barwig. "Oh, yes," replied Joles. "Indeed, yes." His answer intended to convey to Von Barwig that such a question was entirely unnecessary, not to say uncalled for. "It's very strange," Von Barwig mused as he walked home.
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