Chéri spoke very little English and most likely the words he had just heard had no meaning to him, when isolated, but in the context he knew to do, so he gallantly bowed, to thank the lady of the shared musical experience. He smile in his extraordinarily warm fashion and stepped forward, so that she didn’t have to completely change her wheelchair’s direction to be able to look at him as they talked.

“You play beautifully and with sentiment, they don’t always go together” Chéri said… in French. The lady seemed fairly elegant, similar to the ones Chéri had seen in Paris, so he felt confident enough to try to chat. They still had time for pantomimes.