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The count glanced significantly at his wife. She came forward and laid her hand on the child’s shoulder.

“Come, Caroline. Come, Marie,” she said. “Later, Herr Schubert, I shall have the pleasure of thanking you.” She swept from the room.

The three men remained, looking a little uncomfortably toward the closed door.

The count shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the musician.

“A very impressionable child,” he said lightly.

“A very unusual child,” returned the small man gravely. He was blinking absently at the count’s dark face. “She has the temperament,” he murmured softly; “she will learn.”

The count beamed on him.

“We depend on you to teach her,” he said suavely. “You will go with us next week to Zelitz?”

The young man bowed uncertainly. His full lips smiled doubtfully. “It is an honor,” he said, “but I must work. There is not time to lose. I must work.” He moved his big head from side to side and twirled his fingers.

The count smiled genially.

“It shall be arranged–a little house by yourself, apart from the castle–a piano, absolute quiet, lessons only by your own arrangement.” He spoke quietly, in the tone of a superior granting terms.

The thick lips opposite him were puckering a little, and the eyes behind the great spectacles blinked mistily.

“I must have time,” repeated the little man–“time to think of it.”

The count’s face clouded a shade.

“We depend on you,” he said. The tone had changed subtly. It was less assertive. “With the Baron von Schoenstein–” he motioned toward his companion; the two young men bowed slightly–“with the baron we have a fine quartet, and with you to train us–oh, you must come!” His face broke into a winning smile.

The young man smiled in return.

“I will come,” he said; “but–free,” he added.

“Free as the wind,” assented the count easily. The note of patronage was gone.

A big sunny smile broke over the musician’s face. It radiated from the spectacles and broadened the wide mouth.

” Ach! We shall do great things!” he announced proudly.

“Great things,” assented the count. “And ‘Der Erlkoenig’–I must have ‘Der Erlkoenig.’ Bring it with you.”

“‘Der Erlkoenig’ shall be yours,” said Schubert grandly. There was the air of granting a royal favor in the round, green-and-white little figure as it bowed itself from the room.

In the hall he stumbled a little, looking uncertainly about. A small figure glided from a curtained window and approached him timidly.

“Your hat is on the next landing, Herr Schubert,” she said.

He looked down at her. His big face flushed with pleasure. “You like my music,” he said bluntly.

She shook her head gravely.

“It is terrible,” she replied.

The spectacles glared at her.

“It hurts me here.” She raised a small, dark hand to her chest.

The musician’s eyes lighted.

“That is right,” he said simply; “ja, that is right–it hurts.”

They stood looking at each other in the dim light. The child’s eyes studied the big face wistfully.

“I wish you would never play it again.”

“Not play my ‘Erlkoenig!'” He glared at her.

She nodded slowly.

“Never,” she said.

He waited a moment, looking at her sternly. He pushed his spectacles far up on the short curls and rubbed his nose vigorously.

The child’s eyes waited on the queer, perturbed face. She gave a quick little sigh. Her lips had parted.

He looked down with a sudden big smile.

“I will never play it for you again,” he said grandly. The spectacles descended swiftly, the door banged behind him, and the child was left alone in the great dim hall.

II

The heat of the day was nearly spent, but the leaves of the oaks hung motionless. The two young men walking beneath them had bared their heads. One of them glanced up now and then, as if looking for coolness in the green canopy.

“It will rain before night,” said the baron, casually, noting the glance. His lithe figure, in its white suit and blue tie, showed no sign of heat or fatigue.

The musician, puffing beside him, wiped a handkerchief across his warm face.