The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-09-10
CHAPTER vi.
PIERRE TURRIAN's STORY.


Beryl's visitor did not speak for some
moments, but sat as though collecting
his thoughts and seeking the best way
to commence.
The girl eyed him very closely and
curiously. He was well dressed, his
clothes being cut in continental fashion,
and be had altogether the appearance Of
man of the world. alert, resourceful,
shrewd and, as she thought, calculating
and vindictive.
It was evident to her that the bust
ness which had brought him to Leyces-
ter Court was, as he had said, important,
and that he was cautiously celebrating
how to introduce it and how not to
make mistake.
MY visit is surprise to you, no
doubt, Miss Leycester, he said at
length, smile Of courtesy parting his
lips and showing his white, long teeth.
Necessarily" replied Beryl.
"You don t know my name-Turrian?
You are sure you never heard it as that
of man or woman-Turrian-of Mon
treux?" And he pronounced it with de-
liberate emphasis and locked hard into
Beryl's face.
mot to my knowledge, y she replied.
mo, no, probably not, probably not.
Ma fol, how should you? 1t is name
common enough, and any one could
easily hear it and then forget it again.
Is it not sop
II have never heard it," repeated
Beryl, irritated because he dwelt on the
point. "But what Is the business you
have come on?'
Precisely. That is the point. just
80. What is the business? Well, have
not come to talk about myself or about
my name. That has nothing whatever
to do with it, nothing whatever. Then
he added, with another Of the smiles
which the girl found so unpleasant:
"That mentioned it 80 pointedly at
all is only my vanity. 1t would have
been with deep, deep pleasure il I had
found that the reputation not of myself,
but of my violin-I am musician
had reached to Leycester Court, but I
could not expect it, and l am rightly
served. To be frank, it is question I
put everywhere, everywhere / 90, be.
cause my fame is my life"
Beryl saw that for come reason he
was misleading her and doing it clum-
silly ard laboriously.
will you tell me, please, what it is
you want?' she said sharply.
"You English are 80 practical, so
pointed, SO blunt. Yes. will tell you.
am meditating work that believe
will have u prodigious effect on the
musical world. 1t is treatise on my
instrument, the violin. am advocating
nothing less than the addition Of fifth
string to my beloved instrument That
il daring thing to do, Miss Leycester,
is it not2"
"What do you want with me?" she
asked impatiently.
II am troubling you, see. / am
sorry" he said, lifting his white, thin
hands and struggling his shoulders,
while out Of his blue eyes she caught
sharp, swift glance that almost startled
her with its keenness and told her be
was acting and wanted to read the ef-
feot upon her. She tried to look as stu
pid and impassive as possible.
II really don't care whether the vio-
lin has 4 or or 80 strings" she an
swered as If Grossly, but really inter-
ested now.
"That seems to mo uncomfortable, alb
eolutely impossible. II ! had fifth
string''-he began to speak with rapid
energy, as though the subject carried
him away could produce effects by
the side of which the mightiest effort Of
the grandest master would be but as
the scraping Of learner. oould-but
what am I doinge ! am an enthusiast;
Hou ara nnipterested. I apologize. Pray