"It is not that,—oh, don't be angry with me!—but my music is in the beautiful cold keys."
"Darling little Star! I beg your pardon; but then, why don't you learn the piano?"
"But Charles, I cannot. I was sent here to learn the violin, and I must study it. Aronach does not let any one study the pianoforte under him now."
"He did then?"
"Yes, a long time ago, when he lived in another place, about thirty miles off. Have you heard Aronach play the organ?"
"No; have you?"
"Oh! every Sunday."
"You don't say so, Star! is it not delicious?"
"Charles, I like it best of all the days in the week, because he plays. Such different playing from what they have at church in England!"
"I shall go up to the organ and see him play."