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So she answered "Oh, certainly," and showed him into Mr Sharnall's room, because that was on the ground-floor. The visitor gave a quick look round the room. If he had ever been in the house before, Anastasia would have thought he was trying to identify something that he remembered; but there was little to be seen except an open piano, and the usual litter of music-books and manuscript paper.
The portrait of this earlier Marcella hung still in the room where her music-books survived, a dark blurred picture by an inferior hand; but the Marcella of to-day had long since eagerly decided that her own physique and her father's were to be traced to its original, as well, no doubt, as the artistic aptitudes of both aptitudes not hitherto conspicuous in her respectable race.
Harry drew pictures with his finger on the table. What delights had he not been speculating on? What walks, what rides, what interminable conversations, what delicious shrubberies and sweet sequestered summer-houses, what poring over music-books, what moonlight, what billing and cooing, had he not imagined! Yes, the day was coming.
In this small chamber, in this temple of art, a gentleman, apparently engaged in reading, was seated at a table covered with papers and music-books, close to an open piano. He was no longer young; on the contrary, beholding only the thin white hair hanging down on his expansive and wrinkled forehead, and his stooping form, it became evident that he was an old man, nearly seventy years of age.
He saw them pause to look at his car, and then they came on to the arbor. Dolly was to play the organ, and she went on to the platform, some music-books under her arm. She had on a new hat and new dress, which he thought more becoming to her than any he had seen her wear.
'Morfin's here, he answered, looking up with his widest and almost sudden smile; 'humming musical recollections of his last night's quartette party, I suppose through the walls between us, and driving me half mad. I wish he'd make a bonfire of his violoncello, and burn his music-books in it. 'You respect nobody, Carker, I think, said Mr Dombey.
And then would there not be more music, mingled with talk perhaps about the Bridgewater family, while Mrs. Milton sat by and listened? And would not the old Scrivener come down from his room to see Mr. Lawes, and bring out his choicest old music-books, and almost set aside his son in managing the visit for musical delight?
It was Mr Sharnall, who carried a pile of music-books under his arm. "Hallo!" he said to the clerk, "what makes you so late? I expected to have to let myself in. I thought you would have been off an hour ago." "Well, things took a bit longer to-night than usual to put away."
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