"'The Old Musician.'"
"So the few who know you in this great city always call you. But your other name?"
"I have promised to reveal it only to an artist in music."
Then, noticing the pallid and sunken cheek of his young companion, he said,
"Has the new year brought you nothing, Theodore?"
Theodore took a roll of money from his vest pocket, and threw it on the table.
"Gold!" exclaimed the old man.
"Yes—when we need it no longer!"
He drew out a flask from the pocket of his cloak.
"Wine, too; the best of Johannisberger! You have tasted no wine lately; drink to the new year."