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She would not accept the view of her social duty which required her to marry a needy nobleman or a commoner on the ladder toward nobility; and they were not without uneasiness concerning her persistence in declining suitable offers. As to the possibility of her being in love with Klesmer they were not at all uneasy a very common sort of blindness.
She compelled herself to say, in a hard tone "You think I want talent, or am too old to begin." Klesmer made a sort of hum, and then descended on an emphatic "Yes! The desire and the training should have begun seven years ago or a good deal earlier.
While the general applause was sounding, Klesmer gave a more valued testimony, audible to her only "Good, good the crescendo better than before." But her chief anxiety was to know that she had satisfied Mr. Deronda: any failure on her part this evening would have pained her as an especial injury to him.
At that moment she wished that she had not sent for him: this first experience of being taken on some other ground than that of her social rank and her beauty was becoming bitter to her. Klesmer, preoccupied with a serious purpose, went on without change of tone. "Now, what sort of issue might be fairly expected from all this self-denial? You would ask that.
"Catherine has certainly had every advantage. We have a first-rate musician in the house now Herr Klesmer; perhaps you know all his compositions. You must allow me to introduce him to you. You sing, I believe. Catherine plays three instruments, but she does not sing. I hope you will let us hear you. I understand you are an accomplished singer." "Oh, no!
Miss Arrowpoint and Herr Klesmer played a four-handed piece on two pianos, which convinced the company in general that it was long, and Gwendolen in particular that the neutral, placid-faced Miss Arrowpoint had a mastery of the instrument which put her own execution out of question though she was not discouraged as to her often-praised touch and style.
Many present knew Klesmer, or knew of him; but they had only seen him on candle-light occasions when he appeared simply as a musician, and he had not yet that supreme, world-wide celebrity which makes an artist great to the most ordinary people by their knowledge of his great expensiveness.
"Are there any other couples you would like to invite?" "Yes; think of some decent people, with a daughter or two. And one of your damned musicians. But not a comic fellow." "I wonder if Klesmer would consent to come to us when he leaves Quetcham. Nothing but first-class music will go down with Miss Arrowpoint."
With the last word Klesmer wheeled from the piano and walked away. Miss Arrowpoint colored, and Mr. Bult observed, with his usual phlegmatic stolidity, "Your pianist does not think small beer of himself." "Herr Klesmer is something more than a pianist," said Miss Arrowpoint, apologetically. "He is a great musician in the fullest sense of the word. He will rank with Schubert and Mendelssohn."
Your muscles your whole frame must go like a watch, true, true to a hair. That is the work of spring-time, before habits have been determined." "I did not pretend to genius," said Gwendolen, still feeling that she might somehow do what Klesmer wanted to represent as impossible. "I only suppose that I might have a little talent enough to improve." "I don't deny that," said Klesmer.
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