human
Robert, God has given you a great talent, and very precious is such a gift. Use it well.
gpt
Whom was I describing in that music? All the children shouted,
human
Franz! That was the very person Robert had in mind, and the music had told the children very well that it was none other than the merry, laughing Franz. Then the young musician turned to the piano again. The music was no longer bright and gay, but low and sweet. When the last note had been played, the children clapped their hands and exclaimed:
gpt
Robert, you are a capital player. You have told us as plainly as can be that you were thinking of little Gretchen.
human
At least, he said to himself,
gpt
I can try. From that moment, the desire to become a musician never left his mind. He always kept a programme which the pianist had touched, and every time he looked at it he thought:
human
Each day I must do my best. I shall succeed in no other way.