[ She allows herself a moment to reflect on that before deciding that's all she wishes to know for now. He has a way of slipping past anything too deep about himself, but this is at least a hint. ]

As did I. My home has always had a pianoforte, but I was the only one who took an interest and pursued it with vigor.

[ But not with passion. It sinks into her again and she looks away around his room. It's so stuffed full. Surely one can get a sense of who the man is from how he lives alone and keeps his things. He could do with being a little neater but she will never discredit someone with such a collection of books. ]

I suppose I should retire.

[ It's not that she wants the morning to come with what that will mean for her, but she has never excelled at holding successful conversations. ]