Czerny's yacht lay, the picture of a ship, eastward in the offing.
That was Ruth's home, I said, and this fellow was one of Czerny's yacht hands.
Bertolini took him to Czerny, who during several visits played to him all the pianoforte works of Beethoven then in print.
If Czerny had read his book, he would know of it; but he hasn't.
Unfortunately, Czerny records the musicians under the date of their birth.
Men would be there, I said, and Czerny's watch-dogs ready with their questions.
The Sunday morning concerts, instituted by Czerny in the winter of 1816, call for more than passing notice.
Why should they notice me when there were a hundred such in Czerny's house?
Ask Mme. Czerny the next time you meet her, and she'll tell you what brought us here.
Let the main gate of Czerny's house be closed and all was won, indeed.