The rehearsal is fixed for to-morrow, and I know nothing about it yet.

Old music, note for note, is ready and safe in my throat, but new things--new things!" "It is according to circumstances," said Pollux, laughing.
"If only they would perform your father's Satyr-play, or his Theseus!" cried Doris.
"Only wait a little, I will recommend him to Caesar as soon as he is proud to call me his friend, as the Phidias of the age.

Then, when he asks me 'Who is the happy man who begot you ?' I will answer: It is Euphorion, the divine poet and singer; and my mother, too, is a worthy matron, the gate-keeper of your palace, Doris, the enchantress, who turns dingy clothes into snow-white linen." These last words the young artist sang in a fine and powerful voice to a mode invented by his father.
"If only you had been a singer!" exclaimed Euphorion.
"Then I should have enjoyed the prospect," retorted Pollux, "of spending the evening of my life as your successor in this little abode." "And now for wretched pay, you plant the laurels with which Papias crowns himself!" answered the old man shrugging his shoulders.
"His hour is coming, too," cried Doris, "his merit will be recognized; I saw him in my dreams, with a great garland on his curly head!" "Patience, father-patience," said the young man, grasping his father's hand.

"I am young and strong, and do all I can.

Here, behind this forehead, good ideas are seething; what I have succeeded in carrying out by myself, has at any rate brought credit and fame to others, although it is all far from resembling the ideal of beauty that here--here--I seem to see far away and behind a cloud; still I feel that if, in a moment of kindness, Fortune will but shed a few fresh drops of dew on it all I shall, at any rate, turn out something better than the mere ill-paid right-hand of Papias, who, without me does not know what he ought to do, or how to do it." "Only keep your eyes open and work hard," cried Doris.
"It is of no use without luck," muttered the singer, shrugging his shoulders.
The young artist bid his parents good-night, and was about to leave, but his mother detained him to show him the young goldfinches, hatched only the day before.