Anton Rubinstein I first met at Hellmesberger's "mansion near the sky" in the Tuchlauben, where the quartet rehearsals of Vienna's "prime violino assoluto " used to come off on Wednesday and Friday afternoons. Having been jocularly recommended to him by our host as " ein geschickter Umblaetterer," I was permitted to "turn over" for him whilst he played the P.F. part of his B flat trio — perhaps the most strikingly Mendelssohnian of all his instrumental works — and more than once nearly got into trouble because I could not keep my eyes from wandering to his wonder-working hands from the pages upon which my attention should have been riveted.