Chapter 6 - (VERSO)

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“I don’t know. But I play differently to different people. I don’t know how that is. When I’m alone with you I have to play one way; and when Rachel Janet comes over here to listen I feel quite another way—not so thrilling, but happier and lovelier. And that day when Jessie Blair was here listening I felt as if I want to laugh and sing—as if the violin wanted to laugh and sing all the time.”

The strange, golden gleam flashed through old Abel’s sunken eyes.

“God,” he muttered under his breath,” I believe the boy can get into other folks souls somehow, and play out what his soul sees there.”