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"Yes, sir," replied Joles. "Herr Von Barwig appears to be persona gratissima," thought Beverly, and then it occurred to him that it was very strange that an accomplished musician like Hélène Stanton should take music lessons. "He must be a very superior sort of a musical personage, very superior indeed."

Joles was surprised, but being a well-trained servant, his face gave no outward indication of his feelings. "It is my music master, Mrs. Cruger. I think this is a splendid opportunity for you to see him about your niece's music lessons." Mr. Cruger looked almost shocked. A music master invited to take part in a family function!

Joles volunteered this advice, which contained little comfort, but Von Barwig's lip quivered and he nodded his head thankfully. Even the advice to go away and stay away contained more hope than the cold stolid stone-wall indifference he had encountered day after day from Mr. Joles. "Thank you, Mr. Joles! I will, I will," and Von Barwig plodded his way wearily back to Houston Street.

He stood there in silence, his slight figure seeming to tower above everything in the room. Even Stanton, tall as he was, seemed dwarfed by the strong personality of the music master. At this moment Joles made his appearance. "A number of ladies have arrived, miss," he said to Hélène, his quick eye catching sight of Von Barwig without looking at him. "They are in the reception-room."

"Perhaps you did not mean to keep back the letters," said Von Barwig to him in a low, sympathetic voice. Joles looked at him in blank astonishment. "You have perhaps a family to support," went on Von Barwig. "I will ask Mr. Stanton to forgive you." "Sir!" said Mr. Joles, with some slight show of indignation, "I do not understand you."

His voice was harsh, his manner commanding. Hélène sat down. In front of Mr. Stanton lay a pile of letters. He pointed to them. "Here are your letters to this man, and his letters to you. They were withheld by my orders." "Then Joles," began Hélène. "I am responsible, not Joles," he interrupted. Hélène arose; the blood mounted to her face. "Why have you done this?" she demanded.

"I must go at once," said Hélène. "I forgot all about my birthday reception." "Young Mr. Cruger and his father are asking for you, sir," Joles said quietly to Mr. Stanton. "Ask them to wait I must see this gentleman," said Stanton, indicating Von Barwig. Joles bowed himself out. Hélène was pleased that her father acceded so readily to her wishes.

"Perhaps twenty, perhaps thirty times." "And she was always out?" queried Beverly. "Yes," said Von Barwig sorrowfully, "always!" "Whom did you see?" "Mr. Joles," came the ready reply. "Every time you called?" "Yes, I I think so!" Beverly Cruger looked at Von Barwig a few moments and knitted his brows thoughtfully. "It's damn queer," he said, after a pause. "Has she written any letter to me?

If Miss Stanton wanted to see you, Miss Stanton would have sent for you," added Mr. Joles, and his manner was quite ruffled. He took it as a personal offence that Mr. Von Barwig should so persist in calling at a house where it was evident he was not wanted. Von Barwig was speechless; he could make no reply. Insulted, turned away, humiliated by her servants!

On his return to New York a week later, he again called on Miss Stanton. To his astonishment and, it must be confessed, to his extreme annoyance, he found Miss Stanton again "engaged." Herr Von Barwig, her music master, was there. "Please take up my card, Joles, and tell Miss Stanton that I wish to see her on a matter of the utmost importance the utmost importance," repeated Beverly.

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