W: Hello, Mark, are you free tonight? Would you like to go to hear some music? M: Where? To Peter's home again? W: No. Let's go to City Hall. There will be a concert there starting at nine. M: Oh, don't tell me it is the same thing we heard last time at Peter's home. W: No. Those were symphonies we heard. But this time... M: Yes, symphonies. Frankly speaking, they are too heavy and complicated for me. I didn't enjoy them. Really, I should say I don't understand classical music. How about you, Francis? W: Neither do I. I feel like hearing it sometimes, that's all. I don't want to talk you into going. But... you know someone gave me two tickets this afternoon. I should make use of them, shouldn't I? So here I am! M: Well, what sort of music will the concert have tonight? W: String Quarters. The composers are Haydn, Beethoven... I remember you told me the other day that you liked the violin better than any other musical instruments. M: Yes, I did say that. The violin is rahter soft and sounds more or less like a human vioce. W: I suppose you will like the concert, then. The String Quarter is a kind of delicate chamber music played by four musicians. Let's say by a small four-man orchestra, with two violins, one viola and one cello. M: In that case, I'll go... By the way, why don't you ask Doris to go with you? W: Doris? She hates anything "classical"!