Music is, in fact, hereditary in
our family. My wife played a little, too, in her youth, and I once
played on the violin; but my teacher told me I had no talent for it, no
ear, and no idea of time, and that I scraped too much.
DOMINIE. Very curious! He must have been mistaken!
JOHN S. But I always was devotedly fond of music. My father and my
grandfather, on our estate, often used to play the organ for the
organist in church, and the tenants always knew when they were playing.
My father used often to tell that story at table. Ha, ha! It was very
droll!
DOMINIE. Curious!
JOHN S. Well, to return to my violin. I gave it up after a year, because
it seemed rather scratchy to me, too.
DOMINIE. Curious! Probably your ear and your taste had become more
cultivated.
JOHN S. Afterwards, when I accepted an office, my wife said to me, "My
dear, what a pity it is about your violin." So I had it restrung, and
took a teacher. It seems as if it were only yesterday.
DOMINIE (_casting down his eyes,--the servant brings ice_).
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