I must detest music to get free from him.

How can I?
He is like the God of music." Wilfrid now remembered certain of her allusions to this rival, who had hitherto touched him very little.

Perhaps it was partly the lovely scene that lifted him to a spiritual jealousy, partly his susceptibility to a sentimental exaggeration, and partly the mysterious new charm in Emilia's manner, that was as a bordering lustre, showing how the full orb was rising behind her.
"His name ?" Wilfrid asked for.
Emilia's lips broke to the second letter of the alphabet; but she cut short the word.

"Why should you hear it?
And now that you are here, you drive him away.

And the best is," she laughed, "I am sure you will not remember any of his pieces.