Having worked all yesterday and the morning, went down to try piano at Rochelle School to-day. I was horribly nervous. Being shown into the room I started off and for Esposito studies the piano seemed alright. But for Field, Beethoven and Schumann it was almost impossible. It rattled like a tin can, and the base was almost dumb. In addition, to add to my embarrassment, troops of girls were pouring in every minute to look at some unfortunate caged bird. Went home in despair, which, however, finally died ‘in his own too-much’ [Hamlet I,7] and an incurable optimism set in. Worked especially at ‘Irish Airs’.
