The boy was without a conscience, almost without a soul, as priests and parsons reckon souls, but there was a slumbering devil-god within him, and Yeovil's taunting words had broken the slumber.
Life had been for Tony a hard school, in which right and wrong, high endeavour and good resolve, were untaught subjects; but there was a sterling something in him, just that something that helped poor street- scavenged men to die brave-fronted deaths in the trenches of Salamanca, that fired a handful of apprentice boys to shut the gates of Derry and stare unflinchingly at grim leaguer and starvation.

It was just that nameless something that was lacking in the young musician, who stood at the further end of the room, bathed in a flood of compliment and congratulation, enjoying the honey-drops of his triumph.
Luton pushed his way through the crowd and left the room, without troubling to take leave of his hostess.
"What a strange young man," exclaimed the Duchess; "now do take me into the next room," she went on almost in the same breath, "I'm just dying for some iced coffee." Yeovil escorted her through the throng of Ronnie-worshippers to the desired haven of refreshment.
"Marvellous!" Mrs.Menteith-Mendlesohnn was exclaiming in ringing trumpet tones; "of course I always knew he could play, but this is not mere piano playing, it is tone-mastery, it is sound magic.

Mrs.Yeovil has introduced us to a new star in the musical firmament.

Do you know, I feel this afternoon just like Cortez, in the poem, gazing at the newly discovered sea." "'Silent upon a peak in Darien,'" quoted a penetrating voice that could only belong to Joan Mardle; "I say, can any one picture Mrs.Menteith- Mendlesohnn silent on any peak or under any circumstances ?" If any one had that measure of imagination, no one acknowledged the fact.
"A great gift and a great responsibility," Canon Mousepace was assuring the Grafin; "the power of evoking sublime melody is akin to the power of awakening thought; a musician can appeal to dormant consciousness as the preacher can appeal to dormant conscience.

It is a responsibility, an instrument for good or evil.