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Paul sat down at the table, and his new employer dictated a great number of letters to him, all offering engagements to ladies and gentlemen, at salaries ranging from one pound to four pounds ten. 'What's all that for, George? asked Pauer, who was sitting idly smoking by the fire. 'That is for Golding, Darco announced. 'Younk Evans takes the management, but I haf the gontrol.
From the appearance of the title-page and the size of the notes, Mr. Pauer, who has had considerable experience in these matters, concluded that the Mayer copy must have been published between the years 1840 and 1845, and wrote to Mr. Gotthard pointing out the similarity of Chopin's posthumous work, and asking how he came into possession of the Chopin manuscript. Mr.
Then he carefully drew an arched eyebrow, and paused to look at Paul again. The single brow gave him a comically elfin look, and Paul grinned; Herr Pauer drew another eyebrow, touched up his moustache, obliterated the gray upon his temples, and combed and twisted moustache and hair to his own satisfaction. Then he sat down on the table, and looked once more at his companion.
'Getting your hands pretty full, ain't you, George? 'Ah! said Darco. 'Vait till I get my London theatre. I should haf been in London lonk ako if it had not been for Barton. He gild the boots that lace the golden legs. 'What did he do? asked Pauer. 'Gild the boots that lace the golden legs. 'Killed the goose that lays the golden eggs, do you mean? 'Man alife! ejaculated Darco. 'I zaid zo.
Straight upon her heels came Darco in a silk hat of splendid lustre, and a nobly frogged overcoat with costly astrachan at cuffs and collar, as though, instead of being the sweltering day it was, it had been mid-winter. Behind him came Pauer, in tweeds and a white waistcoat, his face gold colour with his ancient jaundice, and his eyes a pale saffron.
He was guided to the question by the man's attire. He was in some sort of circus uniform, and in act to button a huge shaggy overcoat above it. 'That's my name, said the other. 'What brings you here? 'You're wanted at the circus, Paul answered, flushing and turning pale again. 'All right, said Herr Pauer, 'I'm going there. But what is up with you, my young friend?
Contrasted with a type of this kind may be mentioned such men as Sauer, Rachmaninov, d'Albert, Paderewski, Godowsky, Bachaus, Rosenthal, Pauer, Joseffy, Stojowski, Scharwenka, Gabrilowitsch, Hofmann, Bauer, Lhévinne, to say nothing of the ladies, Bloomfield-Zeisler, Carreño, Goodson, et al., many of whom are intellectual giants.
It is so un-Chopinish and artificial that the doubts of the pianist Ernst Pauer were aroused as to its authenticity. On inquiry Niecks quotes from the London monthly "Musical Record," July 1, 1882 Pauer discovered that the piece was identical with a Mazurka by Charles Mayer.
The circus band played close by, and at times the people cheered But in the little canvas box of a room there was silence for a long while Before it was broken the fat man came with a message. 'Poor Gill's no use to-night, governor; his ankle's worse than ever. 'All right, said Herr Pauer. 'I'll take an extra turn. Tell me when I'm wanted. 'Saltanelli's off in a minute' 'I'll follow.
They reached the inn to which Paul had run as a messenger a little while ago, and Pauer led the way to an upstair room where supper was laid, and a bright fire was blazing on the hearth. The guest needed no second invitation to be seated, but he made a poor meal, in spite of the best intentions. His companions disregarded him for a time, and spoke in a language he did not understand.
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