The tutor was quite as much at ease as any one, and, in a little while, imperceptibly became the person to whom we were all listening.
Charlotte Benson at last gave up her book, and took her work-box instead.

We were no longer moping and dull around the table.

And bye and bye Henrietta, much alarmed, was sent to the piano, and her poor little music certainly sounded very meagre when Mr.Langenau touched the keys.
I think he consented to play not to appear rude, but with the firm intention of not being the instrument of our entertainment, and not being made use of out of his own accepted calling.

But happily for us, he soon forgot all about us, and played on, absorbed in himself and in his music.

We listened breathlessly, the others quite as much engrossed as I, because they all knew much more of music than I did.