"But--" He paused, listening, a quick frown on his face.
Over and over the violin was playing a single phrase--and the variations in the phrase showed the indecision of the fingers and of the mind that controlled them.

Again and again with irritating sameness, yet with a still more irritating difference, came the succession of notes.

And then David sprang to his feet, placing Juliette somewhat unceremoniously on the floor, much to that petted young autocrat's disgust.
"Here, where is he?
Let me show him," cried the boy, and at the note of command in his voice, Jill involuntarily rose and opened the door to Jack's den.
"Oh, please, Mr.Jack," burst out David, hurrying into the room.

"Don't you see?
You don't go at that thing right.

If you'll just let me show you a minute, we'll have it fixed in no time!" The man with the violin stared, and lowered his bow.