"I can't tell you," he said, "till I have heard you play. It's like
this: I can't teach you to play unless you know how, and I can't tell
if you know how until I have heard you. If you have got that particular
sort of temperament that can put itself into the notes out of the ends
of your fingers, I can teach you, and I will. But if you haven't, I
shall feel bound to advise you to try the Jew's harp, and see if you can
get it out of your teeth. I'm not mocking you; I fancy you know that.
But some people, however keenly and rightly they feel, cannot bring
their feelings out through their fingers. Others can; it is a special
gift. If you haven't got it, I can't teach you anything, and there is
no use in wasting your time and mine. You can teach yourself to be
frightfully nimble with your fingers, and all the people who don't
know will say: 'How divinely Lord Comber plays! That sweet thing; is it
Brahms or Mendelssohn?' But I can't really help you towards that; you
can do that for yourself. But if you've got the other, I can and will
teach you all that you really know already."
"Go on!" said Michael.
"That's just the devil with the piano," said Falbe. "It's the easiest
instrument of all to make a show on, and it is the rarest sort of person
who can play on it. That's why, all those years, I have hated giving
lessons. If one has to, as I have had to, one must take any awful miss
with a pigtail, and make a sham pianist of her. One can always do that.
But it would be waste of time for you and me; you wouldn't want to be
made a sham pianist, and simply I wouldn't make you one."
Michael turned round.
"Good Lord!" he said, "the suspense is worse than I can bear. Isn't
there a piano in your room? Can't we go down there, and have it over?"
"Yes, if you wish. I can tell at once if you are capable of playing--at
least, whether I think you are capable of playing--whether I can teach
you."
"But I haven't touched a piano for a week," said Michael.
"It doesn't matter whether you've touched a piano for a year."
Michael had not been prevented by the economy that made him travel
second-class from engaging a carriage by the day at Baireuth, since
that clearly was worth while, and they found it waiting for them by
the theatre. There was still time to drive to Falbe's lodging and get
through this crucial ordeal before the opera, and they went straight
there. A very venerable instrument, which Falbe had not yet opened,
stood
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