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Suddenly she laughed at her own earnestness. "What am I, that I should advise the star of the season? Do excuse my frankness, Mr. Thayer." "I asked you." "That's no reason I should bore you with all my theories upon a subject of which I know practically nothing. And, meanwhile, I am forgetting to tell you that we went to see Frau Arlt."
Arlt?" It was done simply; but the boy blushed with sudden shyness before the stately girl, whose fur collar alone had cost far more than his whole year's expenses. Beatrix met him cordially, for she had seen him standing ignored in his corner by the piano, and she liked the friendly way in which the singer had included him in the trivial talk.
"Without anxiety; I can do without the comfort," Arlt replied. "I have worried sometimes." Crossing the room, Thayer laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. "And you have borne the worry very pluckily, too, Arlt. It has been hard for you, this first year in America, with the double care for them and for yourself. I hope things are going to be easier now." "It will be a help in my work," he assented.
"She is a Vandal, Arlt; but the world will be at her musicale, they tell me; and you will find it a good place to make your bow to an American public. Mrs. Dana told me, over in Berlin, that Mrs. Lloyd Avalons gave the best private recitals in New York." "What does she know about music?" Arlt grumbled.
Even the critics are prone to take a man at his own valuation, and one of the best American musicians is working in a corner, to-day, because he finds it a good deal more interesting to work towards future successes than to exploit his past ones in the eyes of the world." Beatrix smiled, half in assent, half in amusement at his sudden energy. "Mr. Arlt will succeed in time; he is only a boy yet.
Each of you has a gift, and you each delight in using it. That is not saying that you either of you regard it as the only gift in the world. Instead, having it, you make the most of it, to let it grow and to put it in the way of giving pleasure to other people." Thayer smiled, in spite of himself. "To paraphrase you, Arlt, what a German you are!
His Slav blood, kindled by the Dvorák dance, fired by his anger for Arlt, had blazed up into a fury of scorn and hatred against the man who would so allow his own weakness to stab another's strength.
And Arlt, surprised at the sudden winning intonations which had crept into her voice, dodged around the portly back of Mrs. Stanley and followed Beatrix out of the room.
You can work over Arlt till the crack of doom, and that's all the good it will do him. People will say 'How noble of Mr. Thayer! and they will burn moral tapers about your feet; and meanwhile they'll leave Arlt sitting on the floor alone in the dark." "Nevertheless, I think I shall keep on with the experiment," Thayer said stubbornly. "Good luck go with you! But it won't.
When he came away from Bobby, his face was stern and seamed with deep lines around his rigid lips, and he vouchsafed to Arlt no reason for his sudden postponement of the date for their sailing. "The first of July will bring us there in season," he explained briefly. "I find I can't leave New York until after the twentieth."
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