But not for long.
She sat up.

Music--violin music! A gay waltz that made her think of flashing water, the laughter of children.Tschaikowsky.Thrilled, she waited for the finale.Silence.

Scharwenka's "Polish Dance," with a swing and a fire beyond anything she had ever heard before.

Another stretch of silence--a silence full of interrogation points.

Then a tender little sketch, quite unfamiliar.