“So,” said she all at once, “it was you who came to inquire after me when I was ill?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know, it was quite splendid of you! How can I thank you for it?”
“By allowing me to come and see you from time to time.”
“As often as you like, from five to six, and from eleven to twelve. Now, Gaston, play the Invitation à la Valse.”
“Why?”
“To please me, first of all, and then because I never can manage to play it myself.”
“What part do you find difficult?”
“The third part, the part in sharps.”
Gaston rose and went to the piano, and began to play the wonderful melody of Weber, the music of which stood open before him.