The father and the violinist went to
the study, leaving the daughter and old
Sanders in the drawing-room. The
old man, seating himself in a large armchair,
said: ``Mildred, my dear, I do
not wonder at the enormous success of
this Diotti.''

``He is a wonderful artist,'' replied
Mildred; ``critics and public alike place
him among the greatest of his profession.''

``He is a good-looking young fellow,
too,'' said the old man.

``I think he is the handsomest man I
ever have seen,'' replied the girl.

``Where does he come from?''
continued Sanders.

``St. Casciano, a small town in Tuscany.''

``Has he a family?''

``Only a sister, whom he loves
dearly,'' good-naturedly answered the
girl.

``And no one else?'' continued the