Quite as she'd expected.

Then the player began Chopin's Ballade in G Minor.

Mrs.De Peyster listened contemptuously; then with rebellious interest; then with complete absorption.

That person below could certainly play the piano--brilliantly, feelingly, with the touch and insight of an artist.

Mrs.De Peyster's soul rose and fell with the soul of the song, and when the piano, after its uprushing, almost human closing cry, fell sharply into silence, she was for the moment that piano's vassal.
Then she remembered who was the player.