This week I'm posting a piece from my current work-in-progress, The Brides of Hawthorne Hall. It's a gothic romance set during the Regency era. In this scene the heroine's cousin, Lizzie, is planning to play the pianoforte for their guest, Colonel Hawthorne. Here goes:
“I’m getting the impression that she’s not very keen to play,” Colonel Hawthorne whispered to me after Uncle Beecham thought to lend assistance to the matter of his rebellious daughter.
I leaned over to watch the trio. I caught snatches of dialogue and discovered that Lizzie feared not playing, but she wished to play Mozart and her mother insisted she play Bach. I couldn’t imagine her playing either without their guest running from the room, clutching his ears in agony.
I leaned back in my seat and forced a smile for their poor victim. “I’m sure she’s just being modest.”
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