'What a beautiful movement!' she murmured, as the music paused. 'Beautiful!' I roused myself to echo, though I hadn't heard a note. Immediately I found myself again in the dock; and again the trial began, that ever-recurring criminal Action in which I am both Judge and culprit, all the jury, and the advocate on either side. I now pleaded my other respectable attainments and previous good character; and winning a favourable verdict, I dropped back into my dream, letting the violin wail unheard through the other movements, and the Grand Piano tinkle. |