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‘Don’t worry, Herr Meisinger. I’d be only too happy to help. Tomorrow evening I’ll be at your complete disposal.’
‘Excellent!’ The old professor glanced at his pocket watch and began to edge past Frank. ‘In that case, I’d like you to play a few more pieces during the lecture to illustrate my points.’
‘Of course.’
‘… And perhaps something to round up the event. I’ll give you a call later today, we’ll discuss everything in detail.’
‘All right.’
Frank nodded to his friends meaning, ‘I’ll be right with you.’
‘Oh, one more thing!’ Herr Meisinger turned around abruptly… ‘You remember my pupil, little Krauss?’
‘Pardon?’
‘Remember we saw each other last week at a party at the Kaufmanns’? You played four hands with a little boy…’
‘Oh yes, of course! L’enfant terrible…’
‘You do remember then. I’ve been thinking, Robert. Perhaps could you practise duets with him.’
‘Duets?’
‘Yes, duets. The boy is very talented, but I’m already worried about him. He hates four-hand pieces. He refuses to play with other instruments. He doesn’t even want to try.’ He shook hands with a passing colleague: ‘Morning. I’ll be in a minute.’
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