E. F. Benson,
The Queen of the Spa
(1926)
“ Now Jessica had chosen that piano at the request of the manager some seven years ago. Her smile became a little wintry, like a gleam of sun on a day of north-easterly gale, and she reconsidered her policy. "I am sorry you find it so," she said. "Perhaps I am accustomed to it, for I like the touch. Please go on playing to me. I adore music." Mrs. Leader had already risen. "No, it's your turn," she said quite amicably. Jessica slid on to the music-stool. After all, it was her throne. "Terribly out of practice," she said. "A little Beethoven? Or Chopin? Or Handel? ”
