Here, too, the verdict is to be pronounced by beardless lips." Wolf blushed like a girl, but, after the violinist had waited a short time for the confirmation of his conjecture, he continued more gravely: "It ill befits me to intrude upon your secret.

Every one must go his own way, and I have wondered why a person who so readily renders a service to others pursues his own path so unsocially.

Will you ever let your friend know what stirs your heart ?" "I should often have confided in you gladly," replied Wolf, "but a certain shyness always restrained me.

How can others be interested in what befalls a lonely, quiet fellow like me?
It is not my habit to talk much, but you will always find me ready to use hand and brain in behalf of one who is as dear to me as you, Massi." "You have already given me proof of that," replied the violinist, "and I often marvel how you find time, without neglecting your own business, to do so much for others with no payment except thanks.

I thought you would accomplish something great, because you paid no heed to women; but probably you depend on other powers, for if it is a pair of beautiful eyes whose glance is to decide so important a matter----" "Never mind that," interrupted Wolf beseechingly, raising his hand soothingly.