Chapter 23
When Paul rose and stood before this audience, violin in hand, he certainly presented quite a strong contrast to his rival. Paul Beck, as we have already said, was a tall, thin, lantern-jawed man, clad in solemn black, his face of a sickly, sallow hue. Philip was of fair height, for his age, with a bright, expressive face, his hair of a chestnut shade, and looking the very picture of boyish health. His very appearance made a pleasant impression upon those present. "He's a nice-looking boy," thought more than one, "but he looks too young to know much about the violin." But when Philip began to play, there was general surprise. In a dancing-tune there was not much chance for the exhibition of talent, but his delicate touch and evident perfect mastery of his instrument were immediatel
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