How charmingly she plays the piano, and that delicious voice—How I love to listen to a voice like that!
Mrs Buchner.
Why don’t you ever play now?
Mrs Scholz.
Oh that would be a fine thing. The little peace I have would be done for. Augusta is so nervous—just like her father—he’d run away from the piano as if he were hunted.
Mrs Buchner.
You should hear your William play now; he has improved!—What would Ida be without him! She’s learnt all she knows from him.
Mrs Scholz.
Ah yes! so you told me. Oh, he’s full of talent, there’s no doubt of that! It was a pleasure to teach him.