“Very well. I am in your hands. Where shall we go?”
“I want to take you to the Music Room,” Erlina replied. “I only discovered it yesterday and besides being a really beautiful room with windows that open onto the garden, it actually contains a very fine piano.”
She started to lead the Marquis down the corridor.
“Now I think about it,” he said, “just before my mother died, I remember her buying a Broadwood Grand. I suppose it must have been for here rather than for London.”
“It is a Broadwood that I found,” Erlina said, “and it is very thrilling as it is one with the iron tension bars, which not many people have yet seen.”
“Are you telling me in some obscure way,” the Marquis wanted to know, “that you play the piano?”
“But, of course, I do,” Erlina replied, “but whether you will enjo
