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Updated: June 24, 2025
"Tell your aunt we shall want one of her bedrooms on the top floor if it is at liberty." "The one next to Mr. Pinac is empty. Aunt will be so pleased that a friend of yours is going to take it." And Jenny rushed off to acquaint her aunt with the good news. Von Barwig told the news of the impending arrival of his friend's son to Pinac and Fico, and the three men went down to the docks to meet him.
He gives away the very bread out of his mouth." Pinac and Fico shifted uncomfortably. "Everything he had of value has gone long ago. Do you remember that beautiful violin?" "Ah, yes! his Amati. Yes, yes! He bought instead a cheap one. I wondered why, but did not ask him." "And still he pays me. Where does he get it?" asked Miss Husted tearfully.
And yet her aunt had confided to her that she was sure he was a count, because one day Miss Husted had asked him the question, and the man, not quite understanding, had smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Still, he had not denied it, so thenceforth was known as Count Fico. And Pinac, the gentleman who occupied the other back room next to that of Fico?
Fico laid the cloth while Poons set the knives and forks. "And here's a 'arf bottle of wine," said Pinac. "The same wine as yesterday?" asked Von Barwig. "The very same wine," replied Pinac, handing him the bottle. The old man pulled out the cork and smelled the contents of the bottle. "It was wine; it is vinegar," he remarked tersely as he handed Pinac back the bottle. "I prefer coffee!"
Schwarz?" said Pinac, coming forward and shaking hands with him, and he then introduced him to Von Barwig as Mr. Wolf Schwarz, the Secretary of the Amalgamated Musical Association. Mr. Schwarz then introduced his companion as Mr. Ryan, the representative of the Brickmakers' Union. "Shake hands with Professor Von Barwig, Mr. Ryan," said Schwarz. Mr.
It is broken in two places, but it is a fine bow." "What is all this?" asked Pinac. "It is my birthday!" replied Von Barwig, slightly at a loss for an answer. "Your birthday is next month, Anton," said Fico. "Well, I celebrate it now! It is my birthday, I celebrate it when I please. Come, no more questions, let us make this a day of rejoicing! Come, wish me luck!
He used to talk over the condition of the music market with Tagliafico, our old friend, Fico, of the hall bedroom on the top floor of Miss Husted's establishment, and Pinac, Fico's friend, who occupied the room adjoining.
Pinac tells me that it must be a rare old instrument." The door-bell was heard ringing, but no one seemed to pay any attention to it until they heard the whistle that followed; then everybody bustled about. The postman always created a little excitement in Houston Street, and his arrival was the one occasion on which even Thurza hurried to the door.
With him tradition was strong; the old man was still Herr Von Barwig, the great Leipsic Gewandhaus Concert conductor, with whom his father had had the honour of playing first horn. The boy's mother had instilled this into his very soul. "Why, Great Scott! Look at him! Where have you been? Ma foi, you look like a wedding; oh, Fico?" and Pinac pointed to Von Barwig.
Von Barwig's laugh grated harshly on their ears; they did not like to see their beloved friend act in that manner. Pinac touched him gently on the arm and looked appealingly at him. Von Barwig nodded, then rising from his chair, with his habitual gentleness, suggested that the interview was at an end. Messrs.
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