Why couldn't you have finished the page with the last act, and started this one fresh, instead of making this Godforsaken arrangement?
Now!" A very simple little minuet measure followed this outrageous passage, and Hermann's exquisite lightness of touch made it sound strangely remote, as if from a mile away, or a hundred years ago, some graceful echo was evoked again.

Then the little dirge wept for the memories of something that had never happened, and leaving out the number he disapproved of, as reminiscent of the Handel theme, Hermann gathered himself up again for the assertion of the original tune, with its bars of scale octaves.

The contagious jollity of it all seized the others, and Sylvia, with full voice, and Aunt Barbara, in a strange hooting, sang to it.
Then Hermann banged out the last chord, and jumped up from his seat, rolling up the music.
"I go straight home," he said, "and have a peaceful hour with it.
Michael, old boy, how did you do it?
You've been studying seriously for a few months only, and so this must all have been in you before.

And you've come to the age you are without letting any of it out.

I suppose that's why it has come with a rush.