AT THE ORGAN RECITAL.

Auckland Star, Volume XVIII, Issue 69, 23 March 1887, Page 3

AT THE ORGAN RECITAL.

The Conversation of Two Young so.

doty Ladies,

Miss Sealskin-Oh, these seats are lovely ! Miss Sable-Aren't they? We can see full t*, hall is ! Mias Sable-Oh, yes ; it's the thing, you ""mUi's Sealskin-Yes; I was awfully aorry I didn't come down to the farefc one. I dined at the EUiott'a last night, and they were all talking about it.. . MissSable-I see lota of people who'll be at the Oadtfßllader daDce to night; so you 11 bßML r!|ea\ B kin-Ye,, indeed! Bain, hail and frost couldn't have kept me away MißßeSable — There's Maud Me^otone. She goeu in for music, you know, and shown regularly at all these places. Miss Sealekin-And can't sing.or play a n°Mi ea Sable-O.no, indeed! 1 •««»*» ' going on the other evening to this very fame organist who » playing now She said: "I never play. 1 appreciate the lofty genius of the old masters far too much to attempt, in my feeble way. to interpret them." It was too touching to hear her. Miss Sealskin—What a humbug she ia! Miss Sable-Oh, frightful! Mias Sealskin-Oh, dear, lishall split my glovo if I applaud any harder. It wm a lovely thing, though. Miss SaDle—Tuet too sweet. Which is it on the programme? ~. , Misa Sealskin-The aecond, I think. Thia " Fugue " of Bach'e. Mias Sablo-Ob, yes. I do bo enjoy B Mtes Sealskin-So do I. What a funny looking person thiß pianist is. Miss ! Do look at his a Misa Sealskin—He ia not a bit swell, ia °MUa Sable—Yes, indeed !Do you remember Professor Capo ? Mias Sealskin—Ob, yes! Waant he IOMiL? Sable-Perfectly ao! Such exquisite teeth! ,"':', Miss Sealskin—How long do yon suppose this wretched creature is going to ' Miss Sable —I'm sure I don't know. Have you got any nougat? Mies Sable—Yea; but dare we eat itt It's awfully vulgar to munch here. Miss Sable — Put some in my muff and I'll manage it with my handkerchief. Mica Sealßkin — I'm just dying for gome. Mies Sable—lt's awfully good. I just dote on almond nougat. Misa Sealskin-So do I. There, he is done at last. Why, how they do applaud. He must have played Bomething. Miss Sable —Let's see —oh, it's this

'• variation " of Beethoven's Miss Sealßkin—No ; we were wrong before. That other piece wasn't the " Fugue." It was thab LUzt'a "arrangement," and this ia the " Symphonic." Miaa Sable— Oh, yes; I do believe thin will be a recall. Miss Sealßkin—lt looks like it. There, I cannot clap any more. Miss Sable—He's coming back. Don't look novr, but Jack Meredith- is directly across the hall from us.

Miss Sealskin —Is he? Who's with him ?

Miss Sable—A man I don't know—swell, too.

Miss Sealskin—All Jack's friends are swells. Miss Sable—He's awfully nice, too, I think. Did you ever notice what; lovely ties he wears ?

Mies Sealskin—Yes; and what a lovely bow he makes. I juat love to meet him on the avenue. ..• ; • ,

Miss Sable—He's talking to MrsDeTwillenham. .

Miss Sealskin—l don't see how he can. I think her'aira are detestable.

Miss Sable—So do I; but then you know Bhe's a De Twillenham.

Misa Sealskin—Yea, I know. She has begun her afternoons, you know. Miss Sable - Oh, yea, indeed ! We have cards. I shall show at about the third.

Miss Sealskin — Mamma . has put the second down on her tablets, but I think 111 tako the third too.

Miss Sable—lt's apt to be the most successful. Do look at that Robinson girl trying to catch her eye. Mies Sealskin —She toadies fearfully. Quick ! Mrs De Twillenham is looking this way. There! I'm awfully glad she bowed. See, the crowd all around her are looking to see who it was she recognised. ■

Misa Sable—The Robinsons will be cold with envy. Miss Sealskin—She ought to be. Such crowding and pushing as ehe is making ought not to be encouraged. MUb Sable—Yes, they're awfully common. Nell Gadabout said ehe took in one of their dinners and they had glass stoppers ip the carafes. Fancy decanted water 1

Mies Sealskin —Isn't that too absurd ? Miss Sable—Ob, here is the basso. Miss Sealskin—Rather good-looking, isn't he?

Miss Sable —Rather. I don't admire that sort of man, though. Mercy, what a voice! Misa Sealskin—Down in hie boots,! should say.

Miss Sable—What is he (singing? Oh, :rom the " Messiah." I hate oratorios.

Miss Sealskin- So do I. They're too awfully severe, I think. Miss Sable—Frightful. There's only one thing more. Let's go after this. Miss Sealskin—Very well. Mrs de Twillenham is putting her wrap on. Miss Sable -Yes; and Jack Meredith has taken his hat. Miss Sealskin—We'll just about meet them in the lobby. .

Miss Sable—Oh, my dear Mrs de Twillenbam, how do you do J Good afternoon, Mr Meredith. Hasn't this been a charming hour ?

Miss Sealskin—So restfnl and soothing. I have been in a perfect trance of dreamy enjoyment. '•