The manager raised his voice, and said, “Gentlemen and ladies, you already know that Beck is sick, and cannot be with us this evening, as he engaged to do. In his place we have engaged a young musician, who has already gained a great reputation in his profession—”
Philip was rather surprised to hear this, but it was not for him to gainsay it.
“Let me introduce to you Mr. Philip Gray.”
Philip bowed and smiled, and, putting his violin in position, immediately commenced a lively air.
In less than five minutes the manager felt perfectly at ease concerning the young musician. It was clear that Philip understood his business. Philip himself entered into the spirit of his performance. His cheek flushed, his eyes sparkled, and he almost outdid himself.
When the first dance was concluded, there was a murmur of approval throughout the ballroom. The dancers were both surprised and pleased.
“He’s a smart boy!” said more than one. “He plays as well as Paul Beck, and Paul’s been play-in’ for more’n twenty years.”
“As well? I never heard Paul Beck play as well as that,” said another.
Among those who were most pleased was Miss Maria Snodgrass.
“What do you think now, Mr. Burbank?” she said, addressing her partner. “Do you think the boy can play now?”