Yes, there was one face; the rubicund countenance of the bandmaster.

It was older, more wrinkled, but it was the same.

How many years had the old fellow swung the baton?
At least thirty years.

In his boyhood days Grumbach had put that brilliant uniform side by side with the grand duke's.

As it was impossible for him ever to become a duke, his ambition had been to arrive at the next greatest thing--the bandmaster.