A little Chopin--Grieg--Chaminade.

You wouldn't listen!" Bibbs drew a deep breath.

"I'm frightened again," he said, in an unsteady voice.

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm pushing, but--" He paused, and the words sank to a murmur.
"Oh, if you want ME to play for you!" she said.

"Yes, gladly.