“And run the risk of spoiling the shape of your mouth—like Alcibiades.”
“Is there a risk? Yes! Then I shan't play it. My mouth is too beautiful.—But Mr. Sisson has not spoilt his mouth.”
“Not yet,” said Lilly. “Give him time.”
“Is he also afraid—like Alcibiades?”
“Are you, Aaron?” said Lilly.
“What?”
“Afraid of spoiling your beauty by screwing your mouth to the flute?”
“I look a fool, do I, when I'm playing?” said Aaron.
“Only the least little bit in the world,” said Lilly. “The way you prance your head, you know, like a horse.”
“Ah, well,” said Aaron. “I've nothing to lose.”