Among the numerous extras was a "Ballad theme with variations," which the more exacting critics considered somewhat out of place. One there was, however, who thought otherwise, and that was Amanda. The soft, swaying rhythm of "The Little Fisher-Maid" filled her with delight, and she clapped as enthusiastically as her father had done.
"Father, I think I've learned something from that concert this evening," said William, as they walked home.
"Well, my boy, and what was that?"
"Why, that genius is like pure gold; if Nature hasn't put it there it's no use trying to make it."
"You're right, my son. And sensible people don't try. It's no good setting up to do the work of your Creator. What do you say, Banker?"
"Eh, what's that?" Hermansen was walking arm in arm with Mrs. Rantzau, and the pair of them were evidently oblivious of all but each other.
"I say, the best thing we can do in this life's to live like sensible people."
"Errors and omissions excepted," answered the banker, and he pressed his fiancée's hand long and tenderly.