"Poor old Schwarz!" said Madeleine. "We shall be few enough, this year. Tell me, what of Heinz? I haven't seen him for an age."
"I regret to say that Krafft is making an uncommon donkey of himself," said Dove. "He had another shocking row with Schwarz last week."
"Tch, tch, tch!" said Madeleine. "Heinz is a freak.—And Maurice Guest, what about him?"
"I haven't seen him lately."
"Indeed? How is that?"
"I'm not in the same class with him now. His hour has been changed."
"Has it indeed?" said Madeleine thoughtfully. This accounted for her having been unable to meet Maurice. "What's he playing, do you know?"
"The G major Mendelssohn, I understand;" and Dove looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"How's he getting on with it?" she queried afresh, in the same indifferent tone.
"I really couldn't say. As I mentioned, he's in another class."