After timidly ringing the doorbell, Anne is ushered insideand relieved of her soft muff and fashionably golden hat. "This way,Madame," says the butler as he shows her to the parlour filled with guests. Anne's brown eyes glance over the room, saying silent hellos, and she makes her way to find a seat on a nearby bench. Smoothing out her golden brocade dress dotted with bows and a fur collar, she takes a seat. "Oh! Do you play? Do play us a tune, Anne!" It is then she notices that she is seated at a piano bench. It couldn't hurt,could it? Turning around with a shy smile, she begins to play, and as she does, her bejeweled earrings catch the light.