“No. The piano a little.”
“But you know the keyboard?”
“A very little,” replied the young man, humble in the presence of a great master.
Charmed by his manner and by his face, the old organist said—and it was a great concession—“Would you like to try?”
For answer Paul vaulted over the rail and was at the old man’s side on the bench. “Would you really not mind? I should like just to try it.”
“Come on then. Proceed.”
As Paul settled himself at the keyboard there was a great roar from the pedal notes.
“Ah! Keep your feet off the pedals.”
“What?”
“Your feet. Keep your feet off the pedals. See!” And the old organist slid his feet up and down in scales and chords.