"Are you going to take up counterpoint and thorough-bass?" asked the doctor.
"Dear me, no. I don't aspire to composition. If I overcome technique and get in a little harmony I shall be doing well. I am doing intricate Bach things now, but I have an inspiring teacher and I don't mind the hard work. You should hear her play. Talk of temperament! I never saw anything like her."
"And I fancy Miss Nan Corner is not lacking in that particular."
"I believe Mr. Harmer used to think so, but I feel like a very automaton compared to Frau Burg-Schmidt."
"I haven't heard you play since you were at home last winter, but——"
"Then you wouldn't let me practice; you told me to frivol, I remember."
"You needed to frivol then. That is where it was a time to quench the fires of genius."
"I believe I have felt years older since that experience," said Nan thoughtfully, "and I am sure it is why mother does not want to leave us alone again. I believe you had something to say to that, too, Dr. Paul."
"You mustn't expect me to give away the secrets of my profession."
"Then it is about the only thing you aren't willing to give away," returned Nan laughing.