It was a Lover and His LassOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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It was a Lover and His Lass
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
It was all that Lewis could do not to laugh aloud behind the shelter
of the piano. He thought he had never seen anything so comical as the
resigned looks of the party generally, the reluctant hush which ran
round the room as he struck the first notes of the second movement.
Mischief began to twinkle in his eyes, he stopped, and his hearers
brightened. Then he broke into the lively, graceful music of a gavotte,
tantalising yet cheering--and finally, after another pause, dropped
into a waltz, which was more than the young people could bear. He
stood up, and looked at them over the piano, playing all the while.
"Dansons!" he cried: and in a moment, despite of Mrs. Seton and her
precautions, the whole party was in movement. Never in Tayside had such
a waltz been played before. Mrs. Seton was an excellent performer in
her way. She was unwearied, and could go on for hours on a stretch, and
she knew every tune that lad and lass could desire. But young Lewis,
standing, stooping, encouraging them with his merry eyes, gliding with
skilful hands on the keys, now softer, now louder, giving a double
rhythm to the sweep of the dance, which was formal enough so far as
the performers went, but yet took an additional grace and freedom from
the music--played as no one had ever played to them before. When he
stopped, with a peal of pleasant laughter that seemed to run into the
music, after he had tired out everybody but Katie, the whole party came
crowding round to thank him. It was so kind! it was so delightful!
"Oh, play us another, Mr. Murray," cried the girls.
"Tut, tut," said Mrs. Seton, bustling in, "is that all your manners?
So impatient that you made him stop that beautiful sonata, which it
was just a privilege to hear, and then pestering him to play waltzes,
which is a thing no good musician will do. I am sure, Mr. Murray, you
have behaved like a perfect angel; but these girls shall not tyrannize
over you. No, no, I'll just take the piano myself; it is no trouble to
me. You will think it is bold of me, playing before such a performer,
but I just never mind: and they like me as well as anyone. Come now,
Katie, and see that Mr. Murray gets a nice partner. He will take a turn
himself."
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