"She has come into the reception-room while you were explaining about the voice of Fräulein Marie," he said, with a glance at the other sister.
The waxlike faces shook a little.
The lady regarded them severely.
"She is only eleven," she murmured apologetically to the little man.
"Ja! So?" he muttered. His glance flashed again at the immovable face.
"Caroline, my child, come here," said her mother.
The child slipped down from the stiff chair and crossed to her mother's side. Her little hands were folded, and her small toes pointed primly ahead.
"My youngest daughter, Herr Schubert," said the lady, slipping an arm around the stiff waist. "Caroline, this is your new music tutor, Herr Schubert."
The child bobbed primly, and lifted a pair of dark, reflective eyes to his face.