“Girls!” ejaculated Karl.
“You mean the young ladies in the chorus, don’t you?” asked Courvoisier, unmovedly. “He does bully them, I don’t deny; but they come back again.”
“Oh, I see!” said Karl, accepting the rebuff.
He had not referred to the young ladies of the chorus.
“Have you heard von Francius play?” he began next.
“Natürlich!”
“What do you think of it?”
“I think it is superb!” said Courvoisier.
Baffled again, Karl was silent.
“The power and the daring of it are grand,” went on Eugen, heartily. “I could listen to him for hours. To see him seat himself before the piano, as if he were sitting down to read a newspaper, and do what he does, without moving a muscle, is simply superb—there’s no other word. Other men may play the piano; he takes the key-board and plays with it, and it says what he likes.”