"
Harry opened his eyes in amazement.
"Do you think me capable of singing in opera?" he asked.
"Yes, after being trained by your humble servant. What do you say?"
"I thank you for your flattering offer, Dr. Brown, but I don't feel at
liberty to leave Professor Hemenway."
The doctor frowned.
"Let me tell you, you stand in your own light, Mr. Vane," he said,
impatiently. "There is some difference between a common juggler, like
the Magician of Madagascar"--the doctor laughed ironically--"and a
well-known musical director, who could make you famous. Does Hemenway
pay you as much as I offer?"
"No, sir."
"I thought so. Then how can you hesitate?"
"We are about to make an Australian tour," answered Harry, "and, apart
from all other considerations, I am glad to have a chance to travel."
"Couldn't you put it off?"
"No, sir."
"Then," said Dr. Brown, rather crestfallen, "I can only bid you
good-morning. I think you are making a mistake."
"Perhaps, after I return from Australia, I might be ready to accept
your offer."
"It will be too late," said the doctor, gloomily.
"Twenty-five dollars a week is large pay," thought Harry, "but I don't
believe I should ever get it. Dr. Brown doesn't look much like a
capitalist.
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