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Barbara had often wished to see the Netherlands, which the Emperor Charles also remembered with special affection, but no one had ever thus transported her to the midst of these flourishing provinces and this blithesome people. During the maestro's description her large eyes rested upon his lips as if spellbound.
The maestro's heart sank, and he gripped hard the roll of music in his hand as he followed the servant to the count's cabinet. There was to be a scene of explanation after all. The count was seated in his great arm-chair, in a cloud of tobacco smoke, reading a Prussian military journal.
Besides, you would not believe how the maestro's praises and the imperial gift have excited the vanity in her woman's nature. For the first time in I know not how many years, she overslept the hour of mass. It was probably ten o'clock when I knocked at her chamber door. Toward eleven there was a movement in her room.
His preparations for a private operatic performance diverted him from these fierce incriminations, and he tripped busily from spot to spot, conducting the ladies over the tumbled lower floors of the spacious villa, and calling their admiration on the desolation of the scene. Then they went up to the maestro's room. Pericles became deeply considerate for the master's privacy.
I think I must have let my little voice go, just as I used to do at home, when it rang up to the wooden rafters, for utterly lost to my surroundings I had got as far as "Virgin of all virgins, To thy shelter take us " when suddenly I became aware that I alone was singing, the children about me being silent, and even the Maestro's baton slowing down.
It was difficult to leave a place of such divine sounds, but Kirk's bedtime was long past, and the moon stood high and cold above the Maestro's garden. "Is it shining on all the empty pools and things?" Kirk asked, at the hedge. "Yes, and on the meadow, and the silver roof of Applegate Farm," Phil told him. "'Roses in the moonlight, to-night all thine," Kirk sang dreamily.
Half frightened at the magic possibilities, he slipped from the chair and ran out into the young May night, to whisper to it something of the love and wonder that the Maestro's music was stirring in him.
It was thus that Carlo Baroni received the news of Diana's engagement at first with unmitigated horror, then sweeping it aside as though it were a matter of no consequence whatever. Diana laughed, dimpling with amusement at the maestro's indignation.
He said that as he had never seen her he could only compare her beauty to that of the angels, and her virtues to those of the blessed saints, whom he had not seen either, and had no expectation of seeing hereafter; similarly he likened the Maestro's voice to that of a seraph, on the ground that its like would never be heard on earth.
"We'll have to wait around." "They might be at the Maestro's," Kirk said suddenly. "Come run quick I'll show you the way. There's a hole in the hedge are you too big to get through?" "I think not," said the mate. In the Maestro's library, Felicia leaned suddenly upon the piano. "Ken," she said, breathing hard, "something's going to happen something!" "What more can happen?" Ken said gently.
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