This instrument was made to lock both at the top and at the keyboard, but the key of the latter had been mislaid.

Michael opened it and ran his fingers over the dumb keys.

'Fine instrument--full, rich tone,' he observed, and he drew in a seat.
When Mr Pitman returned to the studio, he was appalled to observe his guide, philosopher, and friend performing miracles of execution on the silent grand.
'Heaven help me!' thought the little man, 'I fear he has been drinking! Mr Finsbury,' he said aloud; and Michael, without rising, turned upon him a countenance somewhat flushed, encircled with the bush of the red whiskers, and bestridden by the spectacles.

'Capriccio in B-flat on the departure of a friend,' said he, continuing his noiseless evolutions.
Indignation awoke in the mind of Pitman.

'Those spectacles were to be mine,' he cried.