She laid her little hand to her heart, half closing her eyes.
"I will never be so happy again as with the sweet little people of
Brussels."
"I, too, love Brussels. I studied there four years with Ahrenfest."
"I know you did. My teacher, Lyndahl, in Berlin, was his brother-in-law."
"You have studied with Lyndahl?"
"He is my master."
"I—Will I some time hear you sing?"
"I am not yet great. When I am foremost like you, yes."
"Gina—Gina Berg; that is a beautiful name to make famous."
"You see how it is done? Gins—berg. Gina Berg."