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"
With
alarm
?
"
queried
Lucio
,
laughing
--
"
Or
with
disgust
?
"
"
Nonsense
!
you
know
what
I
mean
very
well
.
I
have
always
had
a
contempt
for
the
piano
as
an
instrument
,
but
by
Jove
!
I
never
heard
such
music
as
yours
even
in
a
full
orchestra
.
It
is
extraordinary
!
--
it
is
positively
magnificent
!
Where
in
the
world
did
you
study
?
"
"
In
Nature
's
conservatoire
;
"
--
replied
Rimânez
lazily
.
"
My
first
'
maestro
'
was
an
amiable
nightingale
.
He
,
singing
on
a
branch
of
fir
when
the
moon
was
full
,
explained
with
liquid-noted
patience
,
how
to
construct
and
produce
a
pure
roulade
,
cadenza
and
trill
--
and
when
I
had
learned
thus
far
,
he
showed
me
all
the
most
elaborate
methods
of
applying
rhythmic
tune
to
the
upward
and
downward
rush
of
the
wind
,
thus
supplying
me
with
perfect
counterpoint
.
Chords
I
learned
from
old
Neptune
,
who
was
good
enough
to
toss
a
few
of
his
largest
billows
to
the
shore
for
my
special
benefit
.
He
nearly
deafened
me
with
his
instructions
,
being
somewhat
excitable
and
loud-voiced
--
but
on
finding
me
an
apt
pupil
,
he
drew
back
his
waves
to
himself
with
so
much
delicacy
among
the
pebbles
and
sand
,
that
at
once
I
mastered
the
secret
of
playing
arpeggi
.
Once
too
I
had
a
finishing
lesson
from
a
Dream
--
a
mystic
thing
with
wild
hair
and
wings
--
it
sang
one
word
in
my
ears
,
and
the
word
was
unpronounceable
in
mortal
speech
--
but
after
many
efforts
I
discovered
it
lurking
in
the
scale
of
sound
.
The
best
part
of
it
all
was
,
that
my
instructors
asked
no
fees
!
"
"
I
think
you
are
a
poet
as
well
as
a
musician
,
"
--
said
Lady
Sibyl
.
"
A
poet
!
Spare
me
!
--
my
dear
young
lady
,
why
are
you
so
cruel
as
to
load
me
with
so
vile
an
imputation
!
Better
be
a
murderer
than
a
poet
--
one
is
treated
with
much
more
respect
and
courteous
consideration
--
by
the
press
at
anyrate
.
The
murderer
's
breakfast-menu
will
be
given
due
place
in
many
of
the
most
estimable
journals
--
but
the
poet
's
lack
of
both
breakfast
and
dinner
will
be
deemed
his
fitting
reward
.
Call
me
a
live-stock
producer
,
a
horse-breeder
,
a
timber-merchant
--
anything
but
a
poet
!
Why
even
Tennyson
became
an
amateur
milkman
to
somewhat
conceal
and
excuse
the
shame
and
degradation
of
writing
verse
!
"
We
all
laughed
.
"
Well
,
you
must
admit
,
"
said
Lord
Elton
,
"
that
we
've
had
rather
too
much
of
poets
lately
.
It
's
no
wonder
we
're
sick
of
them
,
and
that
poetry
has
fallen
into
disrepute
.
Poets
are
such
a
quarrelsome
lot
too
--
effeminate
,
puling
,
unmanly
humbugs
!
"
"
You
are
speaking
of
the
newly
'
discovered
'
ones
of
course
,
"
said
Lucio
--
"
Yes
,
they
are
a
weedy
collection
.
I
have
sometimes
thought
that
out
of
pure
philanthropy
I
would
start
a
bon-bon
manufactory
,
and
employ
them
to
write
mottoes
for
the
crackers
.
It
would
keep
them
out
of
mischief
and
provide
them
with
a
little
pocket-money
,
for
as
matters
stand
they
do
not
make
a
farthing
by
their
books
.
But
I
do
not
call
them
'
poets
'
at
all
--
they
are
mere
rhymers
.
One
or
two
real
poets
do
exist
,
but
,
like
the
prophets
of
Scripture
,
they
are
not
'
in
society
,
'
nor
can
they
get
their
logs
rolled
by
any
of
their
contemporaries
.
They
are
not
favourites
with
any
'
set
'
;
that
is
why
I
am
afraid
my
dear
friend
Tempest
will
never
be
accepted
as
the
genius
he
is
;
society
will
be
too
fond
of
him
to
let
him
go
down
into
dust
and
ashes
to
gather
the
laurel
.
"
