The Rev. Dr. Opimian. And at what time do they usually play on them?
Mr. Falconer. Every evening about this time, when I am alone.
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. And why not when you have company?
Mr. Falconer. La Morgue aristocratique, which pervades all society, would not tolerate such a proceeding on the part of young women, of whom some had superintended the preparation of the dinner, and others attended on it. It would not have been incongruous in the Homeric age.
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. Then I hope you will allow it to be not incongruous this evening, Homer being the original vinculum between you and me.
Mr. Falconer. Would you like to hear them?
The Rev. Dr. Opimian. Indeed I should.
The two younger sisters having answered the summons, and the doctor's wish having been communicated, the seven appeared together, all in the same dress of white and purple.
'The seven Pleiads!' thought the doctor. 'What a constellation of beauty!' He stood up and bowed to them, which they gracefully acknowledged.
They then played on, and sang to, the harp and piano. The doctor was enchanted.