The floor was packed with pianos, glittering with varnish which reflected the strong light of the street.

From another room came a monotonous sound repeated indefinitely, a tuner at work on a piano.
The salesman stepped up, glancing at the hunchback with the quick look of surprise which Clara had noticed in others.

They stopped in front of an open piano, and Clara, taking off her gloves, ran her fingers over the keys.

The rich, singing notes surprised Jonah, they were quite unlike those he had heard on Clara's piano.

Clara played as much as she could remember of "The Wind Among the Pines", and Jonah decided to buy that one.
"'Ow much is that ?" he inquired.
"A hundred guineas," replied the shopman, indifferently.
"Garn! Yer kiddin' ?" cried Jonah, astounded.
The salesman looked in surprise from Jonah to Clara.