"
"Thank you," and he bowed as he gave the signal to begin again.
"Mr. Ames, more peaches are wanted--the big yellow ones. Where shall I
find them?"
"I'll get some--or, I'll go with you." He was getting quite bold.
Perhaps the music had something to do with that.
He did not take the basket, but led the way out into the orchard. It was
quite a distance to the right tree.
"That is beautiful music," said she. "Mr. Holm is a genius. He'll make
his mark if he keeps on."
"Yes, I understand that he is going East to study. That will bring him
out if there is anything in him."
There was a pause in the conversation; then Rupert remarked carefully,
as if feeling his way:
"Yes, there's talent in Volmer, but he makes music his god, which I
think is wrong."
"Do you think so?" she asked.
What that expression meant, it was hard to say.
"Yes, I think that no man should so drown himself in one thing that he
is absolutely dead to everything else. Mr. Holm does that.
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