Now, Gaston, play the Invitation A la Valse." "Why ?" "To please me, first of all, and then because I never can manage to play it myself." "What part do you find difficult ?" "The third part, the part in sharps." Gaston rose and went to the piano, and began to play the wonderful melody of Weber, the music of which stood open before him.
Marguerite, resting one hand on the piano, followed every note on the music, accompanying it in a low voice, and when Gaston had come to the passage which she had mentioned to him, she sang out, running her fingers along the top of the piano: "Do, re, mi, do, re, fa, mi, re; that is what I can not do.

Over again." Gaston began over again, after which Marguerite said: "Now, let me try." She took her place and began to play; but her rebellious fingers always came to grief over one of the notes.
"Isn't it incredible," she said, exactly like a child, "that I can not succeed in playing that passage?
Would you believe that I sometimes spend two hours of the morning over it?
And when I think that that idiot of a count plays it without his music, and beautifully, I really believe it is that that makes me so furious with him." And she began again, always with the same result.
"The devil take Weber, music, and pianos!" she cried, throwing the music to the other end of the room.

"How can I play eight sharps one after another ?" She folded her arms and looked at us, stamping her foot.

The blood flew to her cheeks, and her lips half opened in a slight cough.
"Come, come," said Prudence, who had taken off her hat and was smoothing her hair before the glass, "you will work yourself into a rage and do yourself harm.

Better come and have supper; for my part, I am dying of hunger." Marguerite rang the bell, sat down to the piano again, and began to hum over a very risky song, which she accompanied without difficulty.