[ Mary knows her tea is cold by now so she stays seated at the instrument a bit longer. It's certainly fancier than her simple practice one in her bedroom and even moreso than the family one that belongs to the estate. The sound is rich and perfectly tuned and she's sure she'll play it again before her stay here is over.
Turning slightly on the bench as Mr. Cartwright speaks, she feels great relief when his eyes finally meet hers. So much so that she nearly misses the compliment paid to her, but once it registers her face begins to feel hot at the praise. There was a time that she equated taking pleasure in music with the amount of successful, flawless performances she gave, but now there is a true enjoyment for the sound itself and how it's nearly transcendent. Music can transport you to another place and time, can alter your mood, and bring a peace unlooked for but cherished all the same.
Mr. Cartwright's inquiry throws Mr. Hickinbottom off his game for a moment. Quickly, his gaze flickers back to the music sheets Miss Bennet was just playing and he answers, "Well, Pleyel, naturally. And... there are so many talented composers that I have a hard time choosing." He looks towards Mary, expression softening as if talking to a child or an invalid. "Surely you feel the same way, Miss Bennet. There are simply too many to pick favorites." ]
On the contrary, sir. I favor Mozart, Piccinni, Wesley, Rosetti, and Miss Martines.
[ Mr. Hickinbottom has heard of several of those composers, even if he can't remember which pieces of theirs he's heard, but he smiles as if she just unlocked the key to his heart.
"Such taste! I agree completely. They all have their merits and I would be delighted to hear any of their compositions as long as they are performed by you."
Again, Mary's face feels hot. He's playing to her vanity that has lay dormant for some time now, but the urge to be noticed and thought of is always there. ]
Perhaps. If there is such an opportunity.
[ Now she stands to return to the table while her sister and aunt look at each other with secret smiles, amazed at how Mr. Hickinbottom has come to favor Mary so quickly. He must truly adore music! However, once back at the table Mary's eyes fall on Mr. Cartwright again as she's still happily thinking of his compliment over anything Mr. Hickinbottom said, which has faded into the background. ]
Mr. Cartwright is a great appreciator of music and possesses a great deal of talent himself.
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Turning slightly on the bench as Mr. Cartwright speaks, she feels great relief when his eyes finally meet hers. So much so that she nearly misses the compliment paid to her, but once it registers her face begins to feel hot at the praise. There was a time that she equated taking pleasure in music with the amount of successful, flawless performances she gave, but now there is a true enjoyment for the sound itself and how it's nearly transcendent. Music can transport you to another place and time, can alter your mood, and bring a peace unlooked for but cherished all the same.
Mr. Cartwright's inquiry throws Mr. Hickinbottom off his game for a moment. Quickly, his gaze flickers back to the music sheets Miss Bennet was just playing and he answers, "Well, Pleyel, naturally. And... there are so many talented composers that I have a hard time choosing." He looks towards Mary, expression softening as if talking to a child or an invalid. "Surely you feel the same way, Miss Bennet. There are simply too many to pick favorites." ]
On the contrary, sir. I favor Mozart, Piccinni, Wesley, Rosetti, and Miss Martines.
[ Mr. Hickinbottom has heard of several of those composers, even if he can't remember which pieces of theirs he's heard, but he smiles as if she just unlocked the key to his heart.
"Such taste! I agree completely. They all have their merits and I would be delighted to hear any of their compositions as long as they are performed by you."
Again, Mary's face feels hot. He's playing to her vanity that has lay dormant for some time now, but the urge to be noticed and thought of is always there. ]
Perhaps. If there is such an opportunity.
[ Now she stands to return to the table while her sister and aunt look at each other with secret smiles, amazed at how Mr. Hickinbottom has come to favor Mary so quickly. He must truly adore music! However, once back at the table Mary's eyes fall on Mr. Cartwright again as she's still happily thinking of his compliment over anything Mr. Hickinbottom said, which has faded into the background. ]
Mr. Cartwright is a great appreciator of music and possesses a great deal of talent himself.