“I couldn’t come; and besides, I was afraid I would be an annoyance, that I would bother you.”
“For goodness’ sake!”
“Well, you see you have already stopped the lesson on my account.”
“No; we were just about to finish anyway,” said Remedios. “Go on,” she added, turning to Rafaela, “why don’t you play for us?”
“Oh! Some other day.”
“No. Do play,” urged Quentin.
“What would you like me to play?”
“Anything you like.”
Rafaela took a book, placed it on the rack, and opened it.
Quentin could read the word Mozart upon the cover. He listened to the sonata in silence: he did not know very much about classical music, and while the girl played, he was thinking about the most appropriate exclamation to make when she had finished.