Well, in the "Boléro" the Englishman missed two notes and the American none — he was selected.
Herbert went home more tired than if he had been playing. He observed his daily route and his town's familiar buildings with an undefinable uneasiness in the back of his mind.
At 9.30 on 15th September he went to the first rehearsal with his new second. He felt old, and plagued by an unaccustomed attack of nervousness. When he arrived, his colleagues watched him in a way that looked defiant.
"He's in his place already", Karl tipped him off.
Herbert arrived at his seat and, gripping his instrument tightly in one hand, offered the other to Ronald.
"Guten Tag, Kollege. Na wie geht's?"
"Hi, Herb!"
They shook hands but Herbert's eyes were riveted on the new second's stand: his first part was on it. Herbert took it and put it on his own stand. He thought of Walter, his friend.