Fanny explained
its nature to him. He shrugged his shoulders in a gesture
as German as it was expressive.
Theodore seemed to have become irrevocably German during the
years of his absence from America. He had a queer stock of
little foreign tricks. He lifted his hat to men
acquaintances on the street. He had learned to smack his
heels smartly together and to bow stiffly from the waist,
and to kiss the hand of the matrons--and they adored him for
it. He was quite innocent of pose in these things. He
seemed to have imbibed them, together with his queer German
haircut, and his incredibly German clothes.
Fanny allowed him to retain the bow, and the courtly hand-
kiss, but she insisted that he change the clothes and the
haircut.
"You'll have to let it grow, Ted. I don't mean that I want
you to have a mane, like Ysaye. But I do think you ought to
discard that convict cut. Besides, it isn't becoming. And
if you're going to be an American violinist you'll have to
look it--with a foreign finish."
He let his hair grow.
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