When we left last week, the Colonel had caught Mary growling in frustration over the talented Miss Talbot's pianoforte playing. Tsk, tsk, tsk... We ended with him whispering, "Did you just growl?"
"No," she whispered back.
"I have the keen ear of a hunter and I heard a decided growl."
"I did not growl." She partially turned in her chair to face him, earning a glare from Mama. Instantly she faced forward, her face burning in embarrassment. Teasing, teasing man!
Miss Talbot finished the piece and stood to enthusiastic applause, appearing overwhelmed by the response, but Mary caught the satisfied smile which graced her face before she lowered her eyes and curtsied. Miss Talbot joined the other guests, who were forming groups in order to play whist. Obviously, Mama was still unsure of her skill at the pianoforte and so decided to move the evening along without her remaining single daughter exhibiting.
Of Colonel Fitzwilliam, there was no sign. He'd slipped out as quietly as he'd entered.
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Poor Mary. Even in a sequel, no one wants to hear her play the piano -- the more things change, the more they remain the same.
ReplyDeleteAnother delicious snippet from a different era. You write so well. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteNow you have me really wondering why the colonel left so suddenly. Well done! (And I liked the little flash of satisfaction on Miss Talbot's face after her time at the piano.) Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteLoved the snippet. I want to know were the colonel disappeared to.
ReplyDeleteBoy, I can really relate to Mary! Always could, actually.
ReplyDeleteI also want to know where the colonel went.
ReplyDeleteAren't we the suspicious ones? The Colonel must be up to no good. Or not. :)
ReplyDeleteAw, she lost out again in the piano stakes! And I want to know where the Colonel sneaked off to too!
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