In the salon stands a piano, a very plain one, but reminiscent of the fortepiano at the Jansens'. It is open; on the music stand a little Swedish melody lies open. The door into the entry stands ajar. She comes in by the door at the back of the room - Johan has been instructed in this. Her eye then takes in the closet and the piano together. Memory awakens in her soul; just then Johan opens the door. - The illusion is perfect.