"He wrote the 'Letters of a Dead Musician.'" "Yes," said Zara.

"I suppose you saw the book at Raffaello's studio.
Good Raffaello Cellini! his is another absolutely ungrudging and unselfish spirit.

But this musician that I speak of was like a child in humility and reverence.

Casimir told me he had never sounded so perfect a nature.

At one time he, too, was a little anxious for recognition and praise, and Casimir saw that he was likely to wreck himself on that fatal rock of poor ambition.