Will you come ?" They moved to the piano.

No one at first noticed them.

When he sat down, he said: "You remember the words ?" "Yes, I learned them by heart." "Good!" He gently struck the chords.

His gentleness had, however, a firmness, a deep persuasiveness, which drew every face like a call.

A few chords waving, as it were, over the piano, and then he whispered: "Now." "Please go on for a minute longer," she begged.
"My throat feels dry all at once." "Face away from the rest, towards me," he said gently.
She did so.