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John might but then, he is a boy of too much sense. If she only had been what I hoped she was, when I saw them on the steamer but a mere flute-player's daughter! He would never be so silly." On later days the lessons sometimes went with better speed and more enthusiasm; but almost always Mrs.
Towards the mighty effigy the old flute-player's eyes were also turned, but the emotions it aroused in him were very different from those which the Italian laid his claim to.
What would have prevented him as he did later from taking the object of his love to Rome, had it been possible at that time? But this was not the case. The Alexandrians provided for that. "He had recognized the flute-player's will, nay, had granted more to the royal house than could have been given to the former.
Vanderlyn was quite as much surprised, apparently, to see him there, as he was to discover her in the old flute-player's rooms. "My dear boy!" she cried. "How in the world did you learn that I had come here? What do you want? Has something happened at the house?" Her son advanced into the room with a low bow to his host.
John laughed. "I'm mighty glad it was!" said he. "Yes; that was it; and it's all settled." Mrs. Vanderlyn now rose in wrath. Was it credible that her own son, whom she had reared, as she had thought, to worship all the things she worshiped, wealth, position, rank, could have conceived an actual affection for this penniless, positionless, impossible flute-player's daughter?
Whoever kept sober at the festival of Dionysus, whose incarnate second self he regarded himself, incurred his deepest displeasure. "The flute-player's wife, Queen Tryphoena, and her oldest daughter she bore your name, Berenike ruined his life. Compared with them, the King was worthy and virtuous. What had become of the heroes and the high- minded princes of the house of Ptolemy?
But then it was Nathan always, whatever the occasion. From the time Malachi unlocked the front doors in the morning until he bolted them for the night, Nathan came and went. The brick pavements were worn smooth, the neighbors said, between the flute-player's humble lodgings in a side street and the Horn house, so many trips a day did the old man make.
Whoever kept sober at the festival of Dionysus, whose incarnate second self he regarded himself, incurred his deepest displeasure. "The flute-player's wife, Queen Tryphoena, and her oldest daughter she bore your name, Berenike ruined his life. Compared with them, the King was worthy and virtuous. What had become of the heroes and the high-minded princes of the house of Ptolemy?
Gaily he caught her in his arms. His transport was rudely interrupted, though, by Kreutzer's voice, this time so harsh, so stern, so utterly unlike the old flute-player's usual genial tone that he was startled. "But I, sir," he said raspingly, "I I have, myself, something to say." He paid no heed to them but went firmly to the kitchen door. "Anna, Anna," he called sternly. "Come, I want you.
Many things there were which, for a time, preserved the innocent flute-player's faith in his informant. But when he came to look for work ah, then vanished the first bubble. Seemingly there was no place in all the city for an old performer on the flute save that which Karrosch offered and which Kreutzer would not take.
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