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All the same, when I am with you, or with my cousin Francis, I can manage it to a certain extent." Falbe looked at him encouragingly. "Oh, you're getting on," he said. "You take yourself more for granted than you used to. I remember you when you used to be polite on purpose. It's doing things on purpose that makes one serious.
You can't be a golfer one day and a soldier the next." Michael laughed. "As for that," he said, "I made an uncommonly bad soldier. But I am an even worse golfer. As for cricket " Falbe again interrupted. "Ah, then at last I know two things about you," he said. "You were a soldier and you can't play golf. I have never known so little about anybody after three four days.
At present he had but jotted down the skeleton of bars that could be filled in afterwards, and it gave him enormous pleasure to see the roles reversed and himself out of his own brain, setting Falbe his task. But he felt much more than this. He had done something. Michael, the dumb, awkward Michael, was somehow revealed on those eight pages of music.
Falbe had faded away in some mist-like fashion soon after, but it was evident that he was intended to do no such thing, and they had gone into the studio, already comrades, and Michael had chiefly listened while the other two had violent and friendly discussions on every subject under the sun.
I've been looking forward to it so much that I almost expect to be disappointed." Falbe blew out a cloud of smoke and laughter. "Oh, you're safe enough," he said. "Baireuth never disappoints. It's one of the facts a reliable fact. And Munich? Do you go to Munich afterwards?" "Yes. I hope so." Falbe clicked with his tongue "Lucky fellow," he said. "How I wish I was.
"And then Munich," she said, violently recalling Michael's attention towards her. "Munich I could have borne better than Baireuth, and when Mr. Falbe asks me there I shall probably go. Your Uncle Tony was in Germany then, by the way; he went over at the invitation of the Emperor to the manoeuvres." "Did he? The Emperor came to Munich for a day during them. He was at the opera," said Michael.
Hermann Falbe, Lady Barbara Jerome," he added, rather as if he expected nobody to believe it. Aunt Barbara made the best of it: shook hands in her jolly manner, and burst into laughter. "Michael, I could slay you," she said; "but before I do that I must tell your friends all about it.
Falbe and anybody else who happened to be there at half-past one; tea in Mrs. Falbe's well-liked sitting-room at five, and dinner at eight. These meals Mrs. Falbe always breakfasted in her bedroom were served with quiet decorum. Apart from them, anybody who required anything consulted the cook personally.
Lady Ashbridge was pathetically eager to be what she called "good." Michael had made it clear to her that it was his wish that Miss Falbe should not be embarrassed, and any wish just now expressed by Michael was of the nature of a divine command to her. "Well, this is a pleasure," she said, looking across to Michael with the eyes of a dog on a beloved master.
I feel precisely like an elderly and sour governess who has been ordered to come down to dinner so that there shan't be thirteen. Give me your arm, Mr. Falbe, and take me in to dinner at once, where I may drown my embarrassment in soup. Or does Michael go in first? Go on, wretch!" Presently they were seated at dinner, and Aunt Barbara could not help enlarging a little on her own discomfiture.
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