The rich, sonorous tones vibrated after the bow had passed.

Then followed the tricks by which an artist seeks to discover flaws or wolf notes.

A beatific expression settled upon Hawksley face.

He nestled the violin comfortably under his chin and began to play softly.

Cutty, the nurse, and the dealer became images.
Minors; a bit of a dance; more minors; nothing really begun, nothing really finished--sketches, with a melancholy note running through them all.