"Youhavenothingtodotoyourhair，"Mrs。Harsanyisaidkindly，asTheaturnedtothemirror。"Howeverithappenstolie，it’salwayspretty。IadmireitasmuchasTanyadoes。"
　　Theaglancedawkwardlyawayfromherandlookedstern，butMrs。Harsanyiknewthatshewaspleased。Theywentintotheliving—room，behindthestudio，wherethetwochildrenwereplayingonthebigrugbeforethecoalgrate。Andor，theboy，wassix，asturdy，handsomechild，andthelittlegirlwasfour。ShecametrippingtomeetThea，lookinglikealittledollinherwhitenetdress——hermothermadeallherclothes。Theapickedherupandhuggedher。Mrs。Harsanyiexcusedherselfandwenttothedining—room。Shekeptonlyonemaidanddidagooddealofthehouseworkherself，besidescookingherhusband’sfavoritedishesforhim。Shewasstillunderthirty，aslender，gracefulwoman，gracious，intelligent，andcapable。Sheadaptedherselftocircumstanceswithawell—bredeasewhichsolvedmanyofherhusband’sdifficulties，andkepthim，ashesaid，fromfeelingcheapanddownattheheel。
　　Nomusicianeverhadabetterwife。Unfortunatelyherbeautywasofaveryfrailandimpressionablekind，andshewasbeginningtoloseit。Herfacewastoothinnow，andtherewereoftendarkcirclesunderhereyes。
　　Leftalonewiththechildren，TheasatdownonTanya’slittlechair——shewouldratherhavesatonthefloor，butwasafraidofrumplingherdress——andhelpedthemplay"cars"withAndor’sironrailwayset。Sheshowedhim
　　newwaystolayhistracksandhowtomakeswitches，setuphisNoah’sarkvillageforstationsandpackedtheani—
　　malsintheopencoalcarstosendthemtothestockyards。
　　TheyworkedouttheirshipmentsorealisticallythatwhenAndorputthetwolittlereindeerintothestockcar，Tanyasnatchedthemoutandbegantocry，sayingshewasn’tgoingtohavealltheiranimalskilled。
　　Harsanyicamein，jadedandtired，andaskedTheatogoonwithhergame，ashewasnotequaltotalkingmuchbeforedinner。Hesatdownandmadepretenseofglancingattheeveningpaper，buthesoondroppedit。Aftertherailroadbegantogrowtiresome，Theawentwiththechild—
　　rentotheloungeinthecorner，andplayedforthemthegamewithwhichsheusedtoamuseThorforhoursto—
　　getherbehindtheparlorstoveathome，makingshadowpicturesagainstthewallwithherhands。Herfingerswereverysupple，andshecouldmakeaduckandacowandasheepandafoxandarabbitandevenanelephant。Har—
　　sanyi，fromhislowchair，watchedthem，smiling。Theboywasonhisknees，jumpingupanddownwiththeexcite—
　　mentofguessingthebeasts，andTanyasatwithherfeettuckedunderherandclappedherfraillittlehands。Thea’sprofile，inthelamplight，teasedhisfancy。Wherehadheseenaheadlikeitbefore？
　　Whendinnerwasannounced，littleAndortookThea’shandandwalkedtothedining—roomwithher。Thechil—
　　drenalwayshaddinnerwiththeirparentsandbehavedverynicelyattable。"Mamma，"saidAndorseriouslyasheclimbedintohischairandtuckedhisnapkinintothecollarofhisblouse，"MissKronborg’shandsareeverykindofanimalthereis。"
　　Hisfatherlaughed。"Iwishsomebodywouldsaythataboutmyhands，Andor。"
　　WhenTheadinedattheHarsanyisbefore，shenoticedthattherewasanintensesuspensefromthemomenttheytooktheirplacesatthetableuntilthemasterofthehouse
　　hadtastedthesoup。Hehadatheorythatifthesoupwentwell，thedinnerwouldgowell；butifthesoupwaspoor，allwaslost。To—nighthetastedhissoupandsmiled，andMrs。HarsanyisatmoreeasilyinherchairandturnedherattentiontoThea。Thealovedtheirdinnertable，be—
　　causeitwaslightedbycandlesinsilvercandle—sticks，andshehadneverseenatablesolightedanywhereelse。
　　Therewerealwaysflowers，too。To—nighttherewasalittleorangetree，withorangesonit，thatoneofHarsanyi’spupilshadsenthimatThanksgivingtime。AfterHarsanyihadfinishedhissoupandaglassofredHungarianwine，helosthisfaggedlookandbecamecordialandwitty。HepersuadedTheatodrinkalittlewineto—night。Thefirsttimeshedinedwiththem，whenheurgedhertotastetheglassofsherrybesideherplate，sheastonishedthembytellingthemthatshe"neverdrank。"
　　Harsanyiwasthenamanofthirty—two。Hewastohaveaverybrilliantcareer，buthedidnotknowitthen。
　　TheodoreThomaswasperhapstheonlymaninChicagowhofeltthatHarsanyimighthaveagreatfuture。Har—
　　sanyibelongedtothesofterSlavictype，andwasmorelikeaPolethanaHungarian。Hewastall，slender，active，withsloping，gracefulshouldersandlongarms。Hisheadwasveryfine，stronglyanddelicatelymodelled，and，asTheaputit，"soindependent。"Alockofhisthickbrownhairusuallyhungoverhisforehead。Hiseyewaswonderful；
　　fulloflightandfirewhenhewasinterested，softandthoughtfulwhenhewastiredormelancholy。Themean—
　　ingandpoweroftwoveryfineeyesmustallhavegoneintothisone——therightone，fortunately，theonenexthisaudiencewhenheplayed。Hebelievedthattheglasseyewhichgaveonesideofhisfacesuchadull，blindlook，hadruinedhiscareer，orratherhadmadeacareerimpos—
　　sibleforhim。Harsanyilosthiseyewhenhewastwelveyearsold，inaPennsylvaniaminingtownwhereexplo—
　　siveshappenedtobekepttooneartheframeshanties
　　inwhichthecompanypackednewlyarrivedHungarianfamilies。
　　Hisfatherwasamusicianandagoodone，buthehadcruellyover—workedtheboy；keepinghimatthepianoforsixhoursadayandmakinghimplayincafesanddancehallsforhalfthenight。Andorranawayandcrossedtheoceanwithanuncle，whosmuggledhimthroughtheportasoneofhisownmanychildren。TheexplosioninwhichAndorwashurtkilledascoreofpeople，andhewasthoughtluckytogetoffwithaneye。Hestillhadaclip—
　　pingfromaPittsburgpaper，givingalistofthedeadandinjured。Heappearedas"Harsanyi，Andor，lefteyeandslightinjuriesaboutthehead。"ThatwashisfirstAmerican"notice"；andhekeptit。Heheldnogrudgeagainstthecoalcompany；heunderstoodthattheacci—
　　dentwasmerelyoneofthethingsthatareboundtohap—
　　peninthegeneralscrambleofAmericanlife，whereeveryonecomestograbandtakeshischance。
　　Whiletheywereeatingdessert，TheaaskedHarsanyiifshecouldchangeherTuesdaylessonfromafternoontomorning。"Ihavetobeatachoirrehearsalintheafter—
　　noon，togetreadyfortheChristmasmusic，andIexpectitwilllastuntillate。"
　　Harsanyiputdownhisforkandlookedup。"Achoirrehearsal？Yousinginachurch？"
　　"Yes。AlittleSwedishchurch，overontheNorthside。"
　　"Whydidyounottellus？"
　　"Oh，I’monlyatemporary。Theregularsopranoisnotwell。"
　　"Howlonghaveyoubeensingingthere？"
　　"EversinceIcame。Ihadtogetapositionofsomekind，"Theaexplained，flushing，"andthepreachertookmeon。Herunsthechoirhimself。Heknewmyfather，andIguesshetookmetooblige。"
　　Harsanyitappedthetableclothwiththeendsofhis
　　fingers。"Butwhydidyounevertellus？Whyareyousoreticentwithus？"
　　Thealookedshylyathimfromunderherbrows。"Well，it’scertainlynotveryinteresting。It’sonlyalittlechurch。
　　Ionlydoitforbusinessreasons。"
　　"Whatdoyoumean？Don’tyouliketosing？Don’tyousingwell？"
　　"Ilikeitwellenough，but，ofcourse，Idon’tknowany—
　　thingaboutsinging。Iguessthat’swhyIneversaidany—
　　thingaboutit。Anybodythat’sgotavoicecansinginalittlechurchlikethat。"
　　Harsanyilaughedsoftly——alittlescornfully，Theathought。"Soyouhaveavoice，haveyou？"
　　Theahesitated，lookedintentlyatthecandlesandthenatHarsanyi。"Yes，"shesaidfirmly；"Ihavegotsome，anyway。"
　　"Goodgirl，"saidMrs。Harsanyi，noddingandsmilingatThea。"Youmustletushearyousingafterdinner。"
　　Thisremarkseeminglyclosedthesubject，andwhenthecoffeewasbroughttheybegantotalkofotherthings。
　　HarsanyiaskedTheahowshehappenedtoknowsomuchaboutthewayinwhichfreighttrainsareoperated，andshetriedtogivehimsomeideaofhowthepeopleinlittledeserttownslivebytherailwayandordertheirlivesbythecomingandgoingofthetrains。Whentheyleftthedining—
　　roomthechildrenweresenttobedandMrs。HarsanyitookTheaintothestudio。Sheandherhusbandusuallysatthereintheevening。
　　AlthoughtheirapartmentseemedsoeleganttoThea，itwassmallandcramped。Thestudiowastheonlyspaciousroom。TheHarsanyiswerepoor，anditwasduetoMrs。
　　Harsanyi’sgoodmanagementthattheirlives，eveninhardtimes，movedalongwithdignityandorder。Shehadlongagofoundoutthatbillsordebtsofanykindfrightenedherhusbandandcrippledhisworkingpower。
　　Hesaidtheywerelikebarsonthewindows，andshutout
　　thefuture；theymeantthatjustsomanyhundreddollars’
　　worthofhislifewasdebilitatedandexhaustedbeforehegottoit。SoMrs。Harsanyisawtoitthattheyneverowedanything。Harsanyiwasnotextravagant，thoughhewassometimescarelessaboutmoney。Quietandorderandhiswife’sgoodtastewerethethingsthatmeantmosttohim。Afterthese，goodfood，goodcigars，alittlegoodwine。Heworehisclothesuntiltheywereshabby，untilhiswifehadtoaskthetailortocometothehouseandmea—
　　surehimfornewones。Hisnecktiessheusuallymadeher—
　　self，andwhenshewasinshopsshealwayskepthereyeopenforsilksinverydullorpaleshades，graysandolives，warmblacksandbrowns。
　　WhentheywentintothestudioMrs。HarsanyitookupherembroideryandTheasatdownbesideheronalowstool，herhandsclaspedaboutherknees。Whilehiswifeandhispupiltalked，HarsanyisankintoaCHAISELONGUEinwhichhesometimessnatchedafewmoments’restbetweenhislessons，andsmoked。Hesatwelloutofthecircleofthelamplight，hisfeettothefire。Hisfeetwereslenderandwellshaped，alwayselegantlyshod。Muchofthegraceofhismovementswasduetothefactthathisfeetwerealmostassureandflexibleashishands。Helistenedtothecon—
　　versationwithamusement。Headmiredhiswife’stactandkindnesswithcrudeyoungpeople；shetaughtthemsomuchwithoutseemingtobeinstructing。Whentheclockstrucknine，Theasaidshemustbegoinghome。
　　Harsanyiroseandflungawayhiscigarette。"Notyet。
　　Wehavejustbeguntheevening。Nowyouaregoingtosingforus。Ihavebeenwaitingforyoutorecoverfromdinner。Come，whatshallitbe？"hecrossedtothepiano。
　　Thealaughedandshookherhead，lockingherelbowsstilltighteraboutherknees。"Thankyou，Mr。Harsanyi，butifyoureallymakemesing，I’llaccompanymyself。
　　Youcouldn’tstandittoplaythesortofthingsIhavetosing。"
　　AsHarsanyistillpointedtothechairatthepiano，sheleftherstoolandwenttoit，whilehereturnedtohisCHAISE
　　LONGUE。Thealookedatthekeyboarduneasilyforamo—
　　ment，thenshebegan"Come，yeDisconsolate，"thehymnWunschhadalwayslikedtohearhersing。Mrs。Harsanyiglancedquestioninglyatherhusband，buthewaslookingintentlyatthetoesofhisboots，shadinghisforeheadwithhislongwhitehand。WhenTheafinishedthehymnshedidnotturnaround，butimmediatelybegan"TheNinetyandNine。"Mrs。Harsanyikepttryingtocatchherhus—
　　band’seye；buthischinonlysankloweronhiscollar。
　　"TherewereninetyandninethatsafelylayIntheshelterofthefold，Butonewasoutonthehillsaway，Farofffromthegatesofgold。"
　　Harsanyilookedather，thenbackatthefire。
　　"Rejoice，fortheShepherdhasfoundhissheep。"
　　Theaturnedonthechairandgrinned。"That’saboutenough，isn’tit？Thatsonggotmemyjob。Thepreachersaiditwassympathetic，"shemincedtheword，remember—
　　ingMr。Larsen’smanner。
　　Harsanyidrewhimselfupinhischair，restinghiselbowsonthelowarms。"Yes？Thatisbettersuitedtoyourvoice。Youruppertonesaregood，aboveG。Imustteachyousomesongs。Don’tyouknowanything——pleasant？"
　　Theashookherheadruefully。"I’mafraidIdon’t。Letmesee——Perhaps，"sheturnedtothepianoandputherhandsonthekeys。"IusedtosingthisforMr。Wunschalongwhileago。It’sforcontralto，butI’lltryit。"Shefrownedatthekeyboardamoment，playedthefewin—
　　troductorymeasures，andbegan"ACH，ICHHABESIEVERLOREN，"
　　Shehadnotsungitforalongtime，anditcamebacklikeanoldfriendship。Whenshefinished，Harsanyisprangfromhischairanddroppedlightlyuponhistoes，akindof
　　ENTRE—CHATthathesometimesexecutedwhenheformedasuddenresolution，orwhenhewasabouttofollowapureintuition，againstreason。Hiswifesaidthatwhenhegavethatspringhewasshotfromthebowofhisancestors，andnowwhenhelefthischairinthatmannersheknewhewasintenselyinterested。Hewentquicklytothepiano。
　　"Singthatagain。Thereisnothingthematterwithyourlowvoice，mygirl。Iwillplayforyou。Letyourvoiceout。"Withoutlookingatherhebegantheaccom—
　　paniment。Theadrewbackhershoulders，relaxedtheminstinctively，andsang。
　　Whenshefinishedthearia，Harsanyibeckonedhernearer。"SingAH——AHforme，asIindicate。"Hekepthisrighthandonthekeyboardandputhislefttoherthroat，placingthetipsofhisdelicatefingersoverherlarynx。"Again，——untilyourbreathisgone。——Trillbetweenthetwotones，always；good！Again；excellent！——
　　Nowup，——staythere。EandF。Notsogood，isit？Fisalwaysahardone。——Now，trythehalf—tone。——That’sright，nothingdifficultaboutit。——Now，pianissimo，AH——
　　AH。Now，swellit，AH——AH。——Again，followmyhand。——
　　Now，carryitdown。——Anybodyevertellyouanythingaboutyourbreathing？"
　　"Mr。LarsensaysIhaveanunusuallylongbreath，"
　　Thearepliedwithspirit。
　　Harsanyismiled。"Soyouhave，soyouhave。ThatwaswhatImeant。Now，oncemore；carryitupandthendown，AH——AH。"Heputhishandbacktoherthroatandsatwithhisheadbent，hisoneeyeclosed。Helovedtohearabigvoicethrobinarelaxed，naturalthroat，andhewasthinkingthatnoonehadeverfeltthisvoicevibratebefore。ItwaslikeawildbirdthathadflownintohisstudioonMiddletonStreetfromgoodnessknewhowfar！
　　Nooneknewthatithadcome，oreventhatitexisted；
　　leastofallthestrange，crudegirlinwhosethroatitbeatitspassionatewings。Whatasimplethingitwas，here—
　　flected；whyhadheneverguesseditbefore？Everythingaboutherindicatedit，——thebigmouth，thewidejawandchin，thestrongwhiteteeth，thedeeplaugh。Themachinewassosimpleandstrong，seemedtobesoeasilyoperated。
　　Shesangfromthebottomofherself。Herbreathcamefromdownwhereherlaughcamefrom，thedeeplaughwhichMrs。Harsanyihadoncecalled"thelaughofthepeople。"
　　Arelaxedthroat，avoicethatlayonthebreath，thathadneverbeenforcedoffthebreath；itroseandfellintheair—columnlikethelittleballswhichareputtoshineinthejetofafountain。Thevoicedidnotthinasitwentup；
　　theuppertoneswereasfullandrichasthelower，pro—
　　ducedinthesamewayandasunconsciously，onlywithdeeperbreath。
　　AtlastHarsanyithrewbackhisheadandrose。"Youmustbetired，MissKronborg。"
　　Whenshereplied，shestartledhim；hehadforgottenhowhardandfullofbursherspeakingvoicewas。"No，"shesaid，"singingnevertiresme。"
　　Harsanyipushedbackhishairwithanervoushand。
　　"Idon’tknowmuchaboutthevoice，butIshalltakelibertiesandteachyousomegoodsongs。Ithinkyouhaveaveryinterestingvoice。"
　　"I’mgladifyoulikeit。Good—night，Mr。Harsanyi。"
　　TheawentwithMrs。Harsanyitogetherwraps。
　　WhenMrs。Harsanyicamebacktoherhusband，shefoundhimwalkingrestlesslyupanddowntheroom。
　　"Don’tyouthinkhervoicewonderful，dear？"sheasked。
　　"Iscarcelyknowwhattothink。AllIreallyknowaboutthatgirlisthatshetiresmetodeath。Wemustnothaveheroften。IfIdidnothavemylivingtomake，then——"
　　hedroppedintoachairandclosedhiseyes。"HowtiredIam。Whatavoice！"
　　IV
　　AFTERthateveningThea’sworkwithHarsanyichangedsomewhat。Heinsistedthatsheshouldstudysomesongswithhim，andafteralmosteverylessonhegaveuphalfanhourofhisowntimetopracticingthemwithher。Hedidnotpretendtoknowmuchaboutvoiceproduction，butsofar，hethought，shehadacquirednoreallyinjurioushabits。Ahealthyandpowerfulorganhadfounditsownmethod，whichwasnotabadone。Hewishedtofindoutagooddealbeforeherecommendedavocalteacher。HenevertoldTheawhathethoughtabouthervoice，andmadehergeneralignoranceofanythingworthsinginghispretextforthetroublehetook。Thatwasinthebeginning。Afterthefirstfewlessonshisownpleasureandherswerepretextenough。Thesingingcameattheendofthelessonhour，andtheybothtreateditasaformofrelaxation。
　　Harsanyididnotsaymucheventohiswifeabouthisdiscovery。Hebroodeduponitinacuriousway。Hefoundthattheseunscientificsinginglessonsstimulatedhiminhisownstudy。AfterMissKronborglefthimheoftenlaydowninhisstudioforanhourbeforedinner，withhisheadfullofmusicalideas，withaneffervescenceinhisbrainwhichhehadsometimeslostforweekstogetherun—
　　derthegrindofteaching。HehadnevergotsomuchbackforhimselffromanypupilashedidfromMissKronborg。
　　Fromthefirstshehadstimulatedhim；somethinginherpersonalityinvariablyaffectedhim。Nowthathewasfeelinghiswaytowardhervoice，hefoundhermorein—
　　terestingthaneverbefore。Sheliftedthetediumofthewinterforhim，gavehimcuriousfanciesandreveries。
　　Musically，shewassympathetictohim。Whyallthiswas
　　true，heneveraskedhimself。Hehadlearnedthatonemusttakewhereandwhenonecanthemysteriousmentalir—
　　ritantthatrousesone’simagination；thatitisnottobehadbyorder。Sheoftenweariedhim，butsheneverboredhim。Underhercrudenessandbrusquehardness，hefelttherewasanaturequitedifferent，ofwhichhenevergotsomuchasahintexceptwhenshewasatthepiano，orwhenshesang。Itwastowardthishiddencreaturethathewastrying，forhisownpleasure，tofindhisway。Inshort，HarsanyilookedforwardtohishourwithTheaforthesamereasonthatpoorWunschhadsometimesdreadedhis；becauseshestirredhimmorethananythingshedidcouldadequatelyexplain。
　　OneafternoonHarsanyi，afterthelesson，wasstandingbythewindowputtingsomecollodiononacrackedfinger，andTheawasatthepianotryingover"DieLorelei"
　　whichhehadgivenherlastweektopractice。Itwasscarcelyasongwhichasingingmasterwouldhavegivenher，buthehadhisownreasons。Howshesangitmatteredonlytohimandtoher。Hewasplayinghisowngamenow，withoutinterference；hesuspectedthathecouldnotdosoalways。
　　Whenshefinishedthesong，shelookedbackoverhershoulderathimandspokethoughtfully。"Thatwasn’tright，attheend，wasit？"
　　"No，thatshouldbeanopen，flowingtone，somethinglikethis，"——hewavedhisfingersrapidlyintheair。"Yougettheidea？"
　　"No，Idon’t。Seemsaqueerending，aftertherest。"
　　Harsanyicorkedhislittlebottleanddroppeditintothepocketofhisvelvetcoat。"Whyso？Shipwreckscomeandgo，MARCHENcomeandgo，buttheriverkeepsrighton。
　　Thereyouhaveyouropen，flowingtone。"
　　Thealookedintentlyatthemusic。"Isee，"shesaiddully。"Oh，Isee！"sherepeatedquicklyandturnedtohimaglowingcountenance。"Itistheriver。——Oh，yes，Igetitnow！"Shelookedathimbutlongenoughtocatch
　　hisglance，thenturnedtothepianoagain。Harsanyiwasneverquitesurewherethelightcamefromwhenherfacesuddenlyflashedoutathiminthatway。Hereyesweretoosmalltoaccountforit，thoughtheyglitteredlikegreeniceinthesun。Atsuchmomentsherhairwasyellower，herskinwhiter，hercheekspinker，asifalamphadsuddenlybeenturnedupinsideofher。Shewentatthesongagain：
　　"ICHWEISSNICHT，WASSOLLESBEDEUTEN，DASICHSOTRAURIGBIN。"
　　Akindofhappinessvibratedinhervoice。Harsanyino—
　　ticedhowmuchandhowunhesitatinglyshechangedherdeliveryofthewholesong，thefirstpartaswellasthelast。
　　Hehadoftennoticedthatshecouldnotthinkathingoutinpassages。Untilshesawitasawhole，shewanderedlikeablindmansurroundedbytorments。Aftersheoncehadher"revelation，"aftershegottheideathattoher——notalwaystohim——explainedeverything，thenshewentfor—
　　wardrapidly。Butshewasnotalwayseasytohelp。Shewassometimesimpervioustosuggestion；shewouldstareathimasifsheweredeafandignoreeverythinghetoldhertodo。Then，allatonce，somethingwouldhappeninherbrainandshewouldbegintodoallthathehadbeenforweekstellinghertodo，withoutrealizingthathehadevertoldher。
　　To—nightTheaforgotHarsanyiandhisfinger。Shefinishedthesongonlytobeginitwithfreshenthusiasm。
　　"UNDDASHATMITIHREMSINGEN
　　DIELORELEIGETHAN。"
　　ShesattheresingingituntilthedarkeningroomwassofloodedwithitthatHarsanyithrewopenawindow。
　　"Youreallymuststopit，MissKronborg。Ishan’tbeabletogetitoutofmyheadto—night。"
　　Thealaughedtolerantlyasshebegantogatheruphermusic。"Why，Ithoughtyouhadgone，Mr。Harsanyi。I
　　likethatsong。"
　　ThateveningatdinnerHarsanyisatlookingintentlyintoaglassofheavyyellowwine；boringintoit，indeed，withhisoneeye，whenhisfacesuddenlybrokeintoasmile。
　　"Whatisit，Andor？"hiswifeasked。
　　Hesmiledagain，thistimeather，andtookupthenut—
　　crackersandaBrazilnut。"Doyouknow，"hesaidinatonesointimateandconfidentialthathemighthavebeenspeakingtohimself，——"doyouknow，IliketoseeMissKronborggetholdofanidea。Inspiteofbeingsotalented，she’snotquick。Butwhenshedoesgetanidea，itfillsheruptotheeyes。ShehadmyroomsoreekingofasongthisafternoonthatIcouldn’tstaythere。"
　　Mrs。Harsanyilookedupquickly，"`DieLorelei，’youmean？Onecouldn’tthinkofanythingelseanywhereinthehouse。Ithoughtshewaspossessed。Butdon’tyouthinkhervoiceiswonderfulsometimes？"
　　Harsanyitastedhiswineslowly。"Mydear，I’vetoldyoubeforethatIdon’tknowwhatIthinkaboutMissKronborg，exceptthatI’mgladtherearenottwoofher。