Agnes' eyes still flashed with passionate excitement like burning coals.
"I approve of the singing school, but especially of sitting down to breakfast.

I hope very much that we have the usual chocolate to drink to-day, for it is a good old custom for birthdays which should not be neglected.

So a singing school is to be founded," he continued, while Mux gazed solemnly at the three huge cakes which were placed beside the three big chocolate pots.

"The wandering harp players are a little too poetical for me, but I like the idea of a school, Agnes.

As I, too, wish to profit from it, I want it to be built on my estate.