barber musician was not the man we were looking for, that it would be wasting good money to consult him, but Mattia, instead of understanding my look, sat down in a chair with a deliberate air.
"Will you cut my hair after you have shaved that gentleman?" he asked.
"Certainly, young man, and I'll give you a shave also, if you like."
"Thanks," replied Mattia.
I was abashed at his assurance. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, to ask me to wait before getting annoyed.
When the man was shaved, M. Espinassous, with towel over his arm, prepared to cut Mattia's hair.
"Monsieur," said Mattia, while the barber tied the sheet round his neck, "my friend and I had an argument, and as we know that you are a celebrated musician, we thought that you would give us your advice and settle the matter for us."
"What is it, young man?"
Now I knew what Mattia was driving at! First of all, he wanted to see if this barber-musician was capable of replying to our questions; if so, he intended to get a music lesson at the price of a hair cut.
All the while Mattia was having his hair cut, he asked questions. The barber-musician was highly amused, but answered each question put to him quickly and with pleasure. When we were ready to leave he asked Mattia to play something on his violin. Mattia played a piece.
