บท 702: Jealous

"Hmm... your house is quite nice," Caspar said when they arrived inside. He pointed to the Steinway grand piano in the living room. "Hmmm... I remember when I was in France and invited Chopin for tea. Do you know Opus 31? He created it while he was still in Paris and I was one of the first people to hear it. The boy was very talented."

"Chopin? You mean, Frederic Chopin? That Chopin, the piano maestro?" L asked with a shocked expression. She still wasn't used to hearing Caspar talk about great men in the past as if they were his next-door neighbors.

"That's right, that Chopin. Before he dated George Sand* and moved to Marseille, I often invited him to play the piano at the parties I was throwing." Caspar shrugged. "He was very talented. Too bad that child didn't live long. I heard he died of tuberculosis at the age of 39."

L nodded. "That's right. Wow... I didn't expect you ever to meet a legendary musician like Chopin."