Part 24 (1/2)

At the end of the next variation, Albert's face grew serene, his eyes flushed, great clear drops of sweat poured down his cheeks. The veins swelled on his forehead; his whole body swayed more and more; his pale lips were parted, and his whole figure expressed an enthusiastic craving for enjoyment. Despairingly swaying with his whole body, and throwing back his hair, he laid down his violin, and with a smile of proud satisfaction and happiness gazed at the bystanders. Then his back a.s.sumed its ordinary curve, his head sank, his lips grew set, his eyes lost their fire; and as though he were ashamed of himself, timidly glancing round, and stumbling, he went into the next room.

III.

Something strange came over all the audience, and something strange was noticeable in the dead silence that succeeded Albert's playing. It was as though each desired, and yet dared not, to acknowledge the meaning of it all.

What did it mean,--this brightly lighted, warm room, these brilliant women, the dawn just appearing at the windows, these hurrying pulses, and the pure impressions made by the fleeting tones of music? But no one ventured to acknowledge the meaning of it all; on the contrary, almost all, feeling incapable of throwing themselves completely under the influence of what the new impression concealed from them, rebelled against it.

”Well, now, he plays mighty well,” said the officer.

”Wonderfully,” replied Delesof, stealthily wiping his cheek with his sleeve.

”One thing sure, it's time to be going, gentlemen,” said the gentleman who had been lying on the sofa, straightening himself up a little. ”We'll have to give him something, gentlemen. Let us make a collection.”

At this time, Albert was sitting alone in the next room, on the sofa. As he supported himself with his elbows on his bony knees, he smoothed his face with his dirty, sweaty hand, tossed back his hair, and smiled at his own happy thoughts.

A large collection was taken up, and Delesof was chosen to present it.

Aside from this, Delesof, who had been so keenly and unwontedly affected by the music, had conceived the thought of conferring some benefit upon this man.

It came into his head to take him home with him, to feed him, to establish him somewhere,--in other words, to lift him from his vile position.

”Well, are you tired?” asked Delesof, approaching him. Albert replied with a smile. ”You have creative talent; you ought seriously to devote yourself to music, to play in public.”

”I should like to have something to drink,” exclaimed Albert, as though suddenly waking up.

Delesof brought him some wine, and the musician greedily drained two gla.s.ses.

”What splendid wine!” he exclaimed.

”What a lovely thing that _Melancholie_ is!” said Delesof.

”Oh, yes, yes,” replied Albert with a smile. ”But pardon me, I do not know with whom I have the honor to be talking; maybe you are a count or a prince. Couldn't you let me have a little money?” He paused for a moment.

”I have nothing--I am a poor man: I couldn't pay it back to you.”

Delesof flushed, grew embarra.s.sed, and hastened to hand the musician the money that had been collected for him.

”Very much obliged to you,” said Albert, seizing the money. ”Now let us have some more music; I will play for you as much as you wish. Only let me have something to drink, something to drink,” he repeated, as he started to his feet.

Delesof gave him some more wine, and asked him to sit down by him.

”Pardon me if I am frank with you,” said Delesof. ”Your talent has interested me so much. It seems to me that you are in a wretched position.”

Albert glanced now at Delesof, now at the hostess, who just then came into the room.

”Permit me to help you,” continued Delesof. ”If you need any thing, then I should be very glad if you would come and stay with me for a while. I live alone, and maybe I could be of some service to you.”

Albert smiled, and made no reply.

”Why don't you thank him?” said the hostess. ”It seems to me that this would be a capital thing for you.--Only I would not advise you,” she continued, turning to Delesof, and shaking her head warningly.