Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.
But instantly he would plunge his forehead into the palm of his hand, and rub it red, and work his eyebrows frightfully, until tender humanity led the sisters to resume.  Adela’s, “I’m sure it began low down—­tum!” Cornelia’s:  “The key-note, I am positive, was B flat—­ta!” and Arabella’s putting of these two assertions together, and promise to combine them at the piano when breakfast was at an end, though it was Sunday morning, were exasperating to the exquisite lover of music.  Mr. Pericles was really suffering torments.  Do you know what it is to pursue the sylph, and touch her flying skirts, think you have caught her, and are sure of her—­that she is yours, the rapturous evanescent darling! when some well-meaning earthly wretch interposes and trips you, and off she flies and leaves you floundering?  A lovely melody nearly grasped and lost in this fashion, tries the temper.  Apollo chasing Daphne could have been barely polite to the wood-nymphs in his path, and Mr. Pericles was rude to the daughters of his host.  Smoothing his clean square chin and thick moustache hastily, with outspread thumb and fingers, he implored them to spare his nerves.  Smiling rigidly, he trusted they would be merciful to a sensitive ear.  Mr. Pole—­who, as an Englishman, could not understand anyone being so serious in the pursuit of a tune—­laughed, and asked questions, and almost drove Mr. Pericles mad.  On a sudden the Greek’s sallow visage lightened.  “It is to you! it is to you!” he cried, stretching his finger at Wilfrid.  The young officer, having apparently waited till he had finished with his knife and fork, was leaning his cheek on his fist, looking at nobody, and quietly humming a part of the air.  Mr. Pericles complimented and thanked him.

“But you have ear for music extraordinaire!” he said.

Adela patted her brother fondly, remarking—­“Yes, when his feelings are concerned.”

“Will you repeat zat?” asked the Greek. “‘To-to-ri:’  hein?  I lose it.  ‘To-to-ru:’  bah!  I lose it; ‘To-ri:—­to—­ru—­ri ro:’  it is no use:  I lose it.”

Neither his persuasions, nor his sneer, “Because it is Sunday, perhaps!” would induce Wilfrid to be guilty of another attempt.  The ladies tried sisterly cajoleries on him fruitlessly, until Mr. Pole, seeing the desperation of his guest, said:  “Why not have her up here, toon and all, some week-day?  Sunday birds won’t suit us, you know.  We’ve got a piano for her that’s good enough for the first of ’em, if money means anything.”

The ladies murmured meekly:  “Yes, papa.”

“I shall find her for you while you go to your charch,” said Mr. Pericles.  And here Wilfrid was seized with a yawn, and rose, and asked his eldest sister if she meant to attend the service that morning.

“Undoubtedly,” she answered; and Mr. Pole took it up:  “That’s our discipline, my boy.  Must set an example:  do our duty.  All the house goes to worship in the country.”

“Why, in ze country?” queried Mr. Pericles.

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