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I shall adore you in any colour." "Well; perhaps I'll come, and perhaps I won't. Good-night." Patty hung up the receiver with a sudden click, and Mr. Kit Cameron was left very much in doubt as to whether the whole thing was a joke or not. On the night of the musicale at Marie Homer's, her talented cousin arrived long before any guests were expected.
Chopin's artistic achievements, however, were not unanimously received with such enthusiastic approval. A writer in the less friendly La France musicale goes even so far as to stultify himself by ridiculing, a propos of the A flat Impromptu, the composer's style.
As Marie hadn't the slightest notion that Patty was the girl her cousin had in mind, the subject was not mentioned until just before Marie left, when she asked Patty if she would come to her home the next week to a little musicale. "Not a big party," said Miss Homer, "just a dozen or so really musical people to spend the evening. And I want you to sing, if you will.
I see by the length of your list it's an evening affair, or a musicale." "You run along, daughter," said the old gentleman, "and get what I tell you. This is my affair; it's a musicale and something else combined. I don't just know myself." And he laughed at the sight of her face. "If father is only pleased, I don't care what it is," said Mrs.
"This is what comes," said he, in reply, and looking around at Sally with mirth in his eye, "of trying to be fashionable on a farm." "Trying to be fashionable!" cried Sally, behind him, catching the words. "I was merely trying to be hospitable. But Fate evidently didn't mean I should be either. Twice in one afternoon!" "Let's go back and turn the tea-drinking into a musicale," suggested Ferry.
The motor tension, the "set" becomes felt the moment there is objective interference just as we feel the rhythm of our going downstairs only when we fail to get the sensation we expect. <1> M. Lussy, Traite de l'Expression Musicale, Paris, 1874, p. 7. <2> Gestaltsqualitat, literally form-quality.
How often when you have tried to get a "rise" out of somebody opposite have you not had your neighbor cut in across you with some private depressing observation to your next neighbor! Private talk at a dinner-table is like private chat at a parlor musicale, only it is more fatal to the general enjoyment. There is a notion that the art of conversation, the ability to talk well, has gone out.
Many hostesses, when they have a famous professional for the afternoon's entertainment, start the musicale with singing or playing by unimportant persons, and end it with the performance of the celebrated professional. It is always pleasing to the guests and also the professional himself. The hostess, in receiving her guests, stands in the drawing-room and greets each one as he or she arrives.
And the burst of applause which greeted the last bellowing groan was full as hearty as that which greets the bad singing or worse playing at the average musicale. Swollen with vanity and streaming with sweat, Mr. Feuerstein sat down. "Good, Mr. Feuerstein ah! it is grand!" said Brauner. Hilda looked at her lover proudly.
Hector Berlioz, in his Voyage Musicale en Italie, has given as follows the curious effects that an Æolian harp produced upon his lively and impassioned imagination: "On one of those gloomy days that sadden the end of the year, listen, while reading Ossian, to the fantastic harmony of an Æolian harp swinging at the top of a tree deprived of verdure, and I defy you not to experience a profound feeling of sadness and of abandon, and a vague and infinite desire for another existence."
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