Bildungsromans; English fiction -- 20th century; Women musicians -- Fiction
She looked at him a little amazed. For the first time she caught
herself admiring him. She admired the calm, straightforward,
unqualified way he had said that he was a much better teacher than
Razounov. It was not conceit. She was glad he knew how to appraise
himself. She admired him for not being afraid to do so. In her eyes
was the message: “So you too have found out that overmodesty is not a
virtue? So have I.”
But it was impossible to remark upon it. She plunged into the financial
side of the question.
“So somebody has been paying three guineas a week for me?” (And she
thought: “Whoever is it?”)
“Certainly. You don’t imagine Razounov would give lessons for nothing,
do you?”
“That is to say, _you_ wouldn’t give lessons for nothing, isn’t
it?”
“Certainly. I am not a philanthropist. I have other interests besides
music. Music is only my way of getting a living. I never even reduce my
fees except--except--well----”
“Yes?--except when?”
He turned away his head as he replied: “Except in cases where the pupil
has no money yet supreme musical genius.”
She flared up passionately.
“Look here,” she said, “why d’you keep on rubbing it in? How do you
know I shan’t be a great pianist? I say, how do you know? I tell you,
I don’t believe you. You wait; you’ll see me at the top before long.
And then you’ll have to eat your words. You’re got a good opinion of
yourself, haven’t you? Well, so have I. See? ... And I tell you I
_will_ get to the top! I’ll show you you’re wrong! See?”
“I hope you will,” he said quietly. And added: “I’m glad my criticism
doesn’t discourage you. It isn’t meant to.”
To which she was on the point of replying: “But it _has_
discouraged me. There have been times when----” She did not say that.
There came a pause. Then she reverted to the financial side of the
business.
“So somebody’s already paid nearly a hundred pounds for me.”
“Sixty, I believe. The last quarter has not been paid yet.”
(And then the idea came to her immediately--George Trant!)
“Aren’t your fees payable in advance?” she asked sharply.
“As a general rule, yes.”
“Then why did you make an exception in my case?”
“Because I know the person fairly well, and am confident of being paid
soon. That’s all.”
“Is it?”
“Certainly,” he replied brusquely. “If your anonymous benefactor
doesn’t pay up within the next couple of months the arrangement between
you and me will terminate on the first of March. As I said before, I am
not a philanthropist.”
“Obviously not.”
“I hope it is obvious. I have often been mistaken for one.”
“Curious! I can scarcely believe it.... Have you the address of my
anonymous benefactor?”
“I dare say I have it somewhere about. Why?”
“Because I want you to write and tell him something.”
“Indeed? And what am I to tell him?”
“Tell him he needn’t trouble to pay the last quarter’s fees. I will pay
them myself.”
“I hope you can easily spare the money----”
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