As the performance entered the higher octaves, fans of Paganini in the audience had already sensed that something was amiss.
"La Campanella?"
"A piano piece?"
"It seems that Mr. Mozesales and the London Philharmonic Association didn't simply accompany Paganini for nothing, they've learned quite a bit from the concert."
"Mozesales? It's Hastings playing!"
"Ah? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down."
The lights gradually dimmed, and amidst a murmur of whispers, guests' eyes were all focused on Arthur's hands, which fluttered over the piano keys as if they had sprouted wings.
Perhaps not every lady present understood science, but it was certain that every one of them understood the piano.