American fiction -- 19th century; Manners and customs -- Fiction
Once in a while Miss Hofmann would sit down at the piano and play to
him. The veranda communicated with the little sitting-room by means of
a long window, one side of which stood open. Mason would move his chair
to this aperture, so that he might see the music as well as hear it.
Seated at the instrument, at the farther end of the half-darkened room,
with her figure in half-profile, and her features, her movements, the
color of her dress, but half defined in the cool obscurity, Miss Hofmann
would discourse infinite melody. Mason's eyes rested awhile on the vague
white folds of her dress, on the heavy convolutions of her hair, and the
gentle movement of her head in sympathy with the music. Then a single
glance in the other direction revealed another picture,--the dazzling
midday sky, the close-cropped lawn, lying almost black in its light, and
the patient, round-backed gardener, in white shirt-sleeves, clipping the
hedge or rolling the gravel. One morning, what with the music, the
light, the heat, and the fragrance of the flowers,--from the perfect
equilibrium of his senses, as it were,--Mason manfully went to sleep. On
waking he found that he had slept an hour, and that the sun had invaded
the veranda. The music had ceased; but on looking into the parlor he saw
Miss Hofmann still at the piano. A gentleman was leaning on the
instrument with his back toward the window, intercepting her face. Mason
sat for some moments, hardly sensible, at first, of his transition to
consciousness, languidly guessing at her companion's identity. In a
short time his observation was quickened by the fact that the picture
before him was animated by no sound of voices. The silence was
unnatural, or, at the least, disagreeable. Mason moved his chair, and
the gentleman looked round. The gentleman was Horace Knight. The Doctor
called out, "Good morning!" from his place, and finished his
conversation with Miss Hofmann before coming out to his patient. When he
moved away from the piano, Mason saw the reason of his friends' silence.
Miss Hofmann had been trying to decipher a difficult piece of music, the
Doctor had been trying to assist her, and they had both been brought to
a stop.
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