Presently an elderly, well-nourished Hungarian lady of high degree sang to us–but with untoward results. Too strenuous exertions in doing justice to her upper register caused a beautiful necklace to break bounds, scattering the pearls about the room. The sudden end of the song and the sight of the boys and girls scrambling on the floor to recover the gems was a source of ill-concealed enjoyment to Liszt, who was in one of his naughty, boyish humours, when he could play his part in a children's hour with the youngest.