As Miss Ostwither murdered Mozart once more, he leaned across, his mouth so close to
Prudence's ear she could feel his heat, and whispered, "Whoever that girl's music master is, he should be hanged, drawn, and quartered— preferably while she plays him a dirge on that thing."
Unsuccessfully, she smothered a giggle.
"Pray, do not be so frivolous as to giggle at a serious musical event," hemurmured austerely. "Innocent cats gave their lives for this." She giggled again, and several people shushed them.