eleven o'clock
Have you real talent , -- real feeling for art ? Then study music ; -- do something worthy of the art , -- and dedicate your whole soul to the beloved saint . If without this you have a fancy for quavers and demi-semi-quavers , practise for yourself and by yourself , and torment not therewith the Capellmeister Kreisler and others . `` Well , now I might go home , and put the finishing touch to my sonata for the piano-forte ; but it is not yet eleven o'clock , and , withal , a beautiful summer night . I will lay any wager , that , at my next-door neighbour 's , -LRB- the Oberjägermeister , -RRB- the young ladies are sitting at the window , screaming down into the street , for the twentieth time , with harsh , sharp , piercing voices , ` When thine eye is beaming love , ' -- but only the first stanza , over and over again . Obliquely across the way , some one is murdering the flute , and has , moreover , lungs like Rameau 's nephew ; and , in notes of ` linked sweetness long drawn out , ' his neighbour is trying acoustic experiments on the French horn . The numerous dogs of the neighbourhood are growing unquiet , and my landlord 's cat , inspired by that sweet duet , is making close by my window -LRB- for , of course , my musico-poetic laboratory is an attic , -RRB- certain tender confessions , -- upward through the whole chromatic scale , soft complaining , to the neighbour 's puss , with whom he has been in love since March last !