The Devourers Part 41
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Fraulein Muller came to town three times a week and taught Anne-Marie arithmetic and geography. Of arithmetic Anne-Marie understood little; of geography no word. She pointed vaguely with a ruler at the map, and said: "Skagerrack and Kattegat," which were the words whose sounds pleased her most.
"The child is not at all a genius," said Fraulein Muller, much depressed.
One day George and Peggy came to visit them at the boarding-house. And with them they brought Mr. Markowski and his violin.
In the drawing-room after tea Nancy asked the shy and greasy-looking Hungarian to play: and the fiddle was taken tenderly out of its plush-lined case. Markowski was young and shabby, but his violin was old and valuable. Markowski had a dirty handkerchief, but the fiddle had a clean, soft white silk one. Markowski placed a small black velvet cus.h.i.+on on his greasy coat-collar, and raised the violin to it; he adjusted his chin over it, raised his bow, and shut his eyes. Then Markowski was a G.o.d.
Do you know the hurrying anguish of Grieg's F dur Sonata? Do you know the spluttering shrieks of laughter of Bazzini's "Ronde des Lutins"? The sobbing of the unwritten Tzigane songs? The pattering of wing-like feet in Ries's "Perpetuum Mobile?"
Little Anne-Marie stood in the middle of the room motionless, pale as linen, as if the music had taken life from her and turned her into a white statuette. Ah, here was the little neoteric statue that Nancy had tried to fix! The child's eyes were vague and fluid, like blue water spilt beneath her lashes; her colourless lips were open.
Nancy watched her. And a strange dull feeling came over her heart, as if someone had laid a heavy stone in it. What was that little figure, blanched, decolorized, transfigured? Was that Anne-Marie? Was that the little silly Anne-Marie, the child that she petted and slapped and put to bed, the child that was so stupid at geography, so brainless at arithmetic?
"Anne-Marie! Anne-Marie! What is it, dear? What are you thinking about?"
Anne-Marie turned wide light eyes on her mother, but her soul was not in them. For the Spirit of Music had descended upon her, and wrapped her round in his fabulous wings--wrapped her, and claimed her, and borne her away on the swell of his sounding wings.
XIV
"Fraulein, I have no more money--not one little brown cent in the wide world," said Nancy, sitting on the lawn of the Gartenhaus, and drinking afternoon tea out of Fraulein's new violet-edged cups.
"So?" said Fraulein. For a long time her lips moved in mental calculation. Then she said: "I could let you have forty-seven dollars."
Nancy put down the cup, and, bending forward, kissed Fraulein's downy cheek.
"Dear angel!" she said; "and then?"
"What is to be done?" said Fraulein, drying her lips on her new fringed serviette, and folding it in a small neat square.
"_Mah!_" said Nancy, raising her shoulders, swayed back into Italian by the stress of the moment.
"No news from your husband?"
"Bah!" said Nancy, shrugging her shoulders again, and waving her hand from the wrist downwards in a gesture of disdain.
Fraulein sighed, and looked troubled. Then she said:
"You must come and live here, you and Anne-Marie. I will send Elisabeth away--anyhow, she has broken already three lamp-gla.s.ses and a plate--and we must live with economy." Fraulein, who had lived with that lean and disagreeable comrade all her life, then coughed and looked practical.
"Yes, I shall be glad to get rid of that clumsy girl, Elisabeth."
Nancy put one arm round her neck and kissed her again. Then she said: "I have only one hope."
"What is that?" asked Fraulein.
It was Nancy's turn to cough. She did so, and then said: "There is ...
there are ... some ... some people in England who are interested in me--in my writings. I think ... they might help ... I ought to go over and see them."
"Certainly," said Fraulein, "you must go. And I will keep Anne-Marie here with me. Then she need not interrupt her violin-lessons."
"Yes," said Nancy. "You could keep Anne-Marie...." She sighed deeply.
"Of course she must not interrupt her lessons. I suppose you think I _ought_ to go?"
"Of course," said Fraulein, who was practical. "A firm like that won't do anything without seeing you and talking business. But mind, mind they do not cheat! Auth.o.r.esses are always being cheated."
Nancy smiled. "I shall try not to let them."
"Being English, perhaps they will not. In Berlin----" And here Fraulein repeated a discourse she had made many, many years ago in Wareside when Nancy's first poem had been read aloud. Fraulein remembered that day, and spoke of it now with tearful tenderness. She also believed she remembered bits of the poem:
"This morning in the garden I caught the little birds; This morning in the orchard I picked the little words."
"What!" said Nancy. "Why did I 'pick the little words'?"
"Perhaps it was 'plucked,'" said Fraulein, looking vague.
"This morning in the garden I caught the little words; This morning in the orchard I plucked ... or picked the little birds----"
--"or caught them," continued Fraulein, much moved.
"I cannot say that that sounds very beautiful," said Nancy.
"Oh, but it was. It may have been a little different. But it was lovely.
And you were a little tiny thing, like Anne-Marie!"
"Listen to Anne-Marie," said Nancy.
Anne-Marie had insisted upon bringing her violin to the Gartenhaus, and was now practising on it in the dining-room. The windows were open. She was playing a little cradle-song very softly, very lightly, in perfect tune.
"That is indeed a Wonderchild," said Fraulein.
Markowski had called her a Wonderchild directly. When he had seen her weeping convulsively after he had played, he had exclaimed: "This is a Wonderchild. I will teach her to play the fiddle."
And sure enough he had come to the house on the following day, with a little old half-sized fiddle, like a shabby reproduction of the dead Guarnerius, and had given Anne-Marie her first lesson. The lesson had been long, and Anne-Marie had emerged from it with feverish eyes and hot cheeks, and with anger in her heart. For the Bird, or the Fairy, or the Sorcerer, or the Witch that made music in other violins, did not seem to be inside the little shabby fiddle Markowski had brought her.
"Be gentle, be gentle! and do what I say," said Markowski, with his stringy black hair falling over his vehement eyes. "One day the Birds and the Witches will be in it, and they will sing to you. Now, practise scale of C."
And Anne-Marie had practised scale of C--to Nancy's amazement, for she thought that in one lesson no one could have learnt so much. In ten lessons Anne-Marie had learnt fifteen scales and a cradle-song. In two months she had learnt what other children learn in two years. So said Markowski, who got more and more excited, and gave longer and longer lessons, and came every day instead of twice a week.
"What do I owe you?" Nancy asked him. "I can't keep count of the lessons. You seem to be always coming."
"Never mind! never mind!" said Markowski, waving excited, unwashed hands. And as he had heard about their financial position from George and Peggy, he added, "You will pay me ... when she plays you the Bach Chaconne!"
"Very well," said Nancy, who thought that that meant in a week or two.
"Just as you please, Herr Markowski."
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