FRIEDHELM’S STORY.
Joachim, Raff. Op. 177.
“Make yourself quite easy, Herr Concertmeister. No child that was left to my charge was ever known to come to harm.”
Thus Frau Schmidt to Eugen, as she stood with dubious smile and folded arms in our parlor, and harangued him, while he and I stood, violin-cases in our hands, in a great hurry, and anxious to be off.
“You are very kind, Frau Schmidt, I hope he will not trouble you.”
“He is a well-behaved child, and not nearly so disagreeable and bad to do with as most. And at what time will you be back?”
“That is uncertain. It just depends upon the length of the probe.”
“Ha! It is all the same. I am going out for a little excursion this afternoon, to the Grafenberg, and I shall take the boy with me.”
“Oh, thank you,” said Eugen; “that will be very kind. He wants some fresh air, and I’ve had no time to take him out. You are very kind.”