For sixteen bars she succeeded, then came the hitch.
She had rejected the offered services of Doris Grainger, and had elected to turn over her own pages.

She now made a hasty dash at the leaf, her trembling hand was not sufficiently agile, the sheet slipped, she grabbed in vain, and the music fluttered on to the floor.

The performance came to a dead halt.

Doris and Miss Clough rushed to the rescue, but they were put politely aside by a tall figure who stepped on to the platform, and Dr.Linton himself picked up the scattered sheets of the unfortunate "Nocturne." He arranged them together in order, placed them upon the stand, and, addressing his dismayed pupil, said: "Now, then, begin again, and _I_ shall turn over for you.

Bring out that _forte_ passage properly! Remember there's a pedal on the piano!" It was like having a lesson in public.