"Be angry with him," answered the Emperor. "He deserves it."
Waldteufel began playing his delightful waltzes, and every one was boon
whirling about. I never heard him play with so much dash; he really seemed
inspired. Prince Metternich asked him to order a piano to be sent to his
salon in the chateau. "I cannot exist without a piano," said he. "It helps
me to write my tiresome _rapports_."
There were only two pianos, I believe, in the château; the one (upright)
in the ballroom and the Erard in the _salle de musique_.
At eleven o'clock we went into the Emperor's salon, where tea was served.