Aunt Ninette's anxiety had
infected her, and she could not rest until she knew the probabilities of
the case.
"Do I hear some one playing on the piano, Jule?" she asked. "It is an
unusual sound for this time of day."
"Mother dear, I do believe that the end of the world is coming," replied
Julius;
"Lili is up there hurrying from one finger-exercise to another as if she
could not get enough of that exquisite amusement, and Wili is seated at
her side in a similar condition of nervous industry, waiting for his turn
at the piano."
"A strange state of things, to be sure, Jule," said his mother; "for it
was only yesterday that Miss Hanenwinkel was complaining to me that Lili
did not show the slightest interest in her music, and that she would not
even play her piece, much less her exercises."
"It's just as I said; the end of the world is coming," said Jule, turning
towards the stable.
"Let us hope rather the beginning," replied Mrs. Birkenfeld, starting in
the other direction to go down the hill towards the village.
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