Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
With such encouragement as this, was she dismissed, on the present occasion, to her brother's carriage; which they were ready to enter five minutes after it stopped at the door, a punctuality not very agreeable to their sister- in-law, who had preceded them to the house of her acquaintance, and was there hoping for some delay on their part, that might inconvenience either herself or her coachman. 　　 The events of this evening were not very remarkable. The party, like other musical parties, comprehended a great many people who had real taste for the performance, and a great many more who had none at all; and the performers themselves were, as usual, in their own estimation, and that of their immediate friends, the first private performers in England. 　　 As Elinor was neither musical, nor affecting to be so, she made no scruple of turning her eyes from the grand piano-forte whenever it suited her, and unrestrained even by the presence of a harp, and violincello, would fix them at pleasure on any other object in the room. In one of these excursive glances she perceived, among a group of young men, the very he, who had given them a lecture on toothpick-cases, at Gray's. She perceived him soon afterwards looking at herself, and speaking familiary to her brother; and had just determined to find out his name from the latter, when they both came towards her, and Mr. Dashwood introduced him to her as Mr. Robert Ferrars.