"It's like nothing else in the world! But where's your piano ?" "It's in another room," Rachel explained.
"But you will play to us ?" Clarissa entreated.

"I can't imagine anything nicer than to sit out in the moonlight and listen to music--only that sounds too like a schoolgirl! You know," she said, turning to Helen, "I don't think music's altogether good for people--I'm afraid not." "Too great a strain ?" asked Helen.
"Too emotional, somehow," said Clarissa.

"One notices it at once when a boy or girl takes up music as a profession.

Sir William Broadley told me just the same thing.

Don't you hate the kind of attitudes people go into over Wagner--like this--" She cast her eyes to the ceiling, clasped her hands, and assumed a look of intensity.