Jenny lit a pair of candles and set them on the piano. “Waltzes?” she asked.
“Call in a puppet-show at once!”
She smiled, turned over some leaves, and struck the opening notes of the Ninth Symphony of Beethoven, and made her selections.
At the finish he said: “Now read me your father’s poem, ‘The Hunt of the Fates.’”
She read it to him.
“Now read, ‘The Ascent from the Inferno.’”
That she read: and also “Soul and Brute,” another of his favourites.
He wanted more, and told her to read “First Love—Last Love.”
“I fear I have not the tone of voice for love-poems,” Jenny said, returning the book to him.
“I’ll read it,” said he.