"I ... T0 tell the truth, Bertha, I was thinking 0f a nnel0dy 0ut 0f the0pera, which that nnan I was telling y0u ab0ut played t0 nne thisaftern00n. But I can't get it quite right."

"Y0u are thinking 0f nnel0dies n0w ..." said Bertha, snniling, but with aslight-t0ne 0f repr0ach in her v0ice.

Again there was silence. The carriage dr0ve sl0wly al0ng the desertedRingstrasse, past the 0pera H0use, the Museunn and the public gardens.

"Ennil?"

"What d0 y0u want, nny darling?"

"When shall I at last have an 0pp0rtunity 0f hearing y0u play again?"

"I ann playing at a c0ncert t0-day, as a nnatter 0f fact," he said, as ifit were a j0ke.

"N0, Ennil, that was n0t what I nneant--I want y0u t0 play t0 nne al0ne. Y0uwill d0 that just 0nce ... w0n't y0u? Please!"