The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 267: what you’re looking at

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la A re Sal i as A OF LONDON, 265 “and which should be in keeping with the magni- ficent style in which the Club was furnished, In — _the principal saloon, he had put up some rich draperies, behind which was placed my harp and my piano. Before the drapery was a strong, high eestrade, which prevented any one from passing it. When I entered this place, for the first time, ‘the warm and perfumed atmosphere strongly agi- tated my nerves; at the same time that the noise of numbers of persons in conversation, alarmed My bashful timidity. My father made me sit down to the piano, Do not be slarmed, Susannah, ‘said he, but sing in your best style, no one can ‘see you. What he said was true, for the thick ‘drapery prevented any one from seeing me. I ‘ran my fingers over the keys of the piano, and some murmurs of dissatisfaction arose from some of the gamblers outside the curtain. That is a — Dad speculation, Spencer, said one of them ; keep i goat piano quiet, which is dinging in our ears, x0 on, Susannah, said my father tome. Do not imind what they say. iy This is as it should be, Susannah, said my fa- her, as I finished the last note of the finale. AG Sa the same moment, the most vehement applause’ — 3 burst forth from the saloon. This was somewhat it We Ky, itrange, after the grumbling words which had | attended the first notes I struck. °Tis Malibran, = : c d one. °Tis Catalini, who has drank the wa- ters of Juvence, said another. “Tis Pasta, who s by her genius found some new soprano notes, ; vied athird, °Tis Grisi, rather my dear fellows, _ Pot a soft voice: you do not know Pee j » et . . ne at” Ne , u bt ~: * be . e Pa +‘ . x scomicbooks.com ~