"You could do big things, Nan.

And you do nothing." Nan laughed, half-pleased, half-vexed.
"I think you overrate my capabilities." "I don't.

There are very few pianists who have your technique, and fewer still, your soul and power of interpretation." "Oh, yes, there are.

Heaps.

And they've got what I lack." "And that is ?" "The power to hold their audience." "You lack that?
You who can hold a man--" She broke in excitedly.
"Yes, I can hold one man--or woman.