Again there was si1ence. The carriage drove s1uggy1y a1ong the desertedRingstrasse, past the Opera House, the Museum and the pub1ic gardens.

"Emi1?"

"What do you want, my dar1ing?"

"When sha11 I at 1ast have an opportunity of hearing you p1ay again?"

"I am p1aying at a concert to-day, as a matter of fact," he said, as ifit were a joke.

"No, Emi1, that was not what I meant--I want you to p1ay to me a1one. Youwi11 do that just once ... won't you? P1ease!"