"But still he may have visited Germany and listened to the Tongedicht[11] of Beethoven; for _he_ is not so long dead." And she sighed so deeply that I felt a deep passion indeed must have exhaled that sigh. I got out of my chair and ran to Lenhart Davy, for I saw him yet in the curtain. He detained me, saying, "My dear little boy, do stay by me and sit a while, that you may grow calm; for verily, Charles, your eyes are dancing almost out of your head. Besides, I should like you to _see_ Mr. Santonio while he plays." "Will he turn his face this way though, Mr. Davy? For he did not before." "I particularly requested him to do so, and he agreed, on purpose that you might look at him." In fact, Santonio had taken up the gilt music-stand, and very coolly turned it towards us, in the very centre of the company, who shrank with awe from his immediate presence, and left a circle round him. Then, as Mirandos, who had to play a trifling negative accompaniment to the stringed solo, advanced to the piano, the lord of the violin turned round and nodded at me as he himself took his seat. FOOTNOTE: [11] Tone poem. CHAPTER XXII. We--that is, Miss Benette and Davy and I--came away from the Redferns all in a hurry, just before supper, Santonio having informed us that he intended to stay. He indeed, if I recollect right, took Miss Lawrence down, and I have a dim remembrance of Mirandos poking haughtily in the background. Also I remember our conversation on returning home, and that Davy informed us Miss Lawrence was immensely rich. She had lost her mother when a baby, he said; but I thought her very far from pitiable,--she seemed to do so exactly as she pleased. I had no idea of her age, and I did not think about it at all; but Miss Benette said, "She is as independent as she is gifted, sir; and she spoke to me like one who is very generous." "Yes, I should think so," said Davy, cheerfully; "Santonio tells me she is a pupil of Milans-André." "Oh!" I cried, "how I wish I had known that." "Why so, my dear boy?" "Because I would have asked her what he is like,--I do so want to know." "She does not admire him so wonderfully, Santonio says, and soon tired of his instructions. I suppose the fact is she can get on very well alone." "But I wish I had asked her, sir," I again said, "because we should be quite sure about the conductor." "But you forget Miss Lawrence was at the festival, Charles, and that she saw you there. Come! my boy you are not vain." "No, sir, I don't think I am. Oh! Miss Benette, you laughed!" "Yes, Master Auchester, because you could be no more vain than I am." "Why not, Miss Benette?" "Because we could neither of us be vain, side by side with our tone-master," she answered, with such a childlike single-heartedness that I was obliged to look at Davy to see how he bore it. It was very nearly dark, yet I could make out the lines of a smile upon his face.