ThentheFourSeriousSongsrangshallowinMargaret\'sears。Brahms，forallhisgrumblingandgrizzling，hadneverguessedwhatitfeltliketobesuspectedofstealinganumbrella。ForthisfoolofayoungmanthoughtthatsheandHelenandTibbyhadbeenplayingtheconfidencetrickonhim，andthatifhegavehisaddresstheywouldbreakintohisroomssomemidnightorotherandstealhiswalkingsticktoo。Mostladieswouldhavelaughed，butMargaretreallyminded，foritgaveheraglimpseintosqualor。Totrustpeopleisaluxuryinwhichonlythewealthycanindulge；thepoorcannotaffordit。
AssoonasBrahmshadgruntedhimselfout，shegavehimhercardandsaid，“Thatiswherewelive；ifyoupreferred，youcouldcallfortheumbrellaaftertheconcert，butIdidn\'tliketotroubleyouwhenithasallbeenourfault。“
HisfacebrightenedalittlewhenhesawthatWickhamPlacewasW。Itwassadtoseehimcorrodedwithsuspicion，andyetnotdaringtobeimpolite，incasethesewell-dressedpeoplewerehonestafterall。Shetookitasagoodsignthathesaidtoher，“It\'safineprogrammethisafternoon，isitnot？“forthiswastheremarkwithwhichhehadoriginallyopened，beforetheumbrellaintervened。
“TheBeethoven\'sfine，“saidMargaret，whowasnotafemaleoftheencouragingtype。“Idon\'tliketheBrahms，though，northeMendelssohnthatcamefirst——andugh！Idon\'tlikethisElgarthat\'scoming。“
“What，what？“calledHerrLiesecke，overhearing。