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[Gervais Canova]

Ad fairy inside it," he said, half in fun, half in petulance. "Why,
Basil----" began his mother, but her glance happening at the moment to
fall on the young German, she stopped
short, startled at the look of intense distress that overspread his
features. "He thinks I shall blame _him_, poor fellow," she thought,
and, with her quick kindliness, she tried, indirectly, to reassure

him. "Don't look so grave about this silly little boy, Herr
Wildermann," she said brightly. "Suppose you drive away the bad fairy
by playing to us, and let

lazy Basil rest a little." Basil's face, which had clouded over at the
beginning of this speech, brightened up again. He flung himself down
on the rug with the air of one intending to enjoy himself. And for the
next ten minutes or so not a sound was heard but the exquisite tones
of the master's violin,

thrilling with intensity, then warbling like a bird in the joyous
spring-time, bringing the tears to the boy's eyes with its
tender pathos, and then flushing his cheeks with excitement, till at
last they died away in the distance as it were, as if returning to

the enchanted land from whence they came. Basil gave a deep sigh.
"Ah," he said, in a low voice, "to play like _that_----" Herr
Wildermann's face lighted up. "He _has_ it--he loves it so much,
madame," he said
half apologetically to Lady Iltyd. "Yes," she said, but her tone was
rather grave. "But it is not enough to love it. He must learn not to
be so easily discouraged. You know, my boy, what I said to you at the
beginning," she went on, turning to Basil, "it is
not a _necessity_ to learn the violin. I
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