"Dear lady: I happen, it is true, to be rather the fashion as a musical
teacher, just at present; and I should be most happy to serve you;
but, though I gave you lessons for three or four months, I cannot say
I trained you; and I have some pupils, brought up to music as their
profession, whom I must consider first; besides though you had great
talent, as an amateur, it is a different thing for a teacher, ah--have
you kept up your music?"
"Yes, most diligently," replied Kate, who felt her cheeks hot, and her
hands cold, during this speech of Herman's.
"Well then," rising, and opening a grand piano, "let me hear you play,
and I will tell you exactly what I think; now you must hear the truth."
"It is all ask."
Miss Vernon, threw aside her bonnet and shawl, and seated herself
at the piano; but her memory seemed suddenly clouded, by the very
necessity for clearness, nay, her physical vision, by the intense
anxiety to acquit herself well, and while the room swam before her,
the only distinct image she could perceive, was Hermann, standing
opposite, with a look of severe criticism on his countenance; but
this moment of suffering did not last--Kate was making rapid strides
in the acquirement of that self-command, without which, the empire
of the world is but a wider range for the sceptred slave. "I must be
calm--I will not be false to myself," she thought, and pressing her
hands to her eyes for an instant, she conjured up the organist's pale,
benevolent face, as it used to look, when he listened to her playing,
and thus placed her spirit once more within the calm influence of
her old cloistered home; then with a true and steady finger, began
a fantasia, composed by Hermann himself. He started at the first
notes--and listened with wrapt attention, quite as much the effect of
her performance, as his own will. His daughter entered--he held up
a warning finger, to enjoin silence--she came to listen; but whether
there was one listener or a thousand, was now a matter of indifference
to Kate, who absorbed in the music, and revelling in the tones of
a magnificent instrument, after nearly a week's fast, poured forth
the really beautiful composition, with a fervour of feeling, and a
perfection of execution, that quite astonished her hearers; and when
at length, after some beautiful and difficult runs, the piece ended
with sustained chords, the German burst into exclamations of delight,
in his native tongue--echoed by his daughter; while Kate, agitated by
her success, stood quite still--silent from her utter inability to
articulate.
"But it is wonderful how well you have remembered my instructions, I
shall certainly mention you everywhere, as my pupil--my advanced pupil.
And now we will have our luncheon--let me offer you my arm. Do you
sing?"
"Yes."
"Ah, then, we will first have a song."
"No, no, Mr. Herman, I was foolishly nervous about playing, and now I
feel hardly able to speak much less to sing."
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