"To-morrow we will play the Kreatzer Sonata together—the Andante at least."
"But, my dear child, we've talked enough about music; do let us drop the subject. I am quite prepared to believe that you are immensely interested in it."
Again he spoke in that vague way, from which she could not tell whether he really meant what he said or had spoken ironically. She did not, however, venture to ask. At the same time her yearning at that moment to hear him play the violin was so keen that it was almost painful.
"Ah, here we are near your hotel, I see!" exclaimed Emil; and, as if he had completely forgotten his wish to go for a drive with her before leaving her at her door, he called out the name of the hotel to the driver.
"Emil—"
"Well, dearest?"
"Do you still love me?"
Instead of answering he pressed her close to him and kissed her on the lips.
"Tell me, Emil—"
"Tell you what?"