At this command, or by this gracious permission, the lesson went on. Prince Turveydrop sometimes played the kit, dancing; sometimes played the piano, standing; sometimes hummed the tune with what little breath he could spare, while he set a pupil right; always conscientiously moved with the least proficient through every step and every part of the figure; and never rested for an instant. His distinguished father did nothing whatever but stand before the fire, a model of deportment.
"And he never does anything else," said the old lady of the censorious countenance. "Yet would you believe that it's HIS name on the door-plate?"
"His son's name is the same, you know," said I.

At this command, the lesson went on. Prince Turveydrop sometimes played the little fiddle, dancing; sometimes played the piano, standing; sometimes hummed, while he set a pupil right; always conscientiously moved with the least proficient pupils through every step; and never rested for an instant. His distinguished father did nothing whatever but stand before the fire, a model of deportment.
"And he never does anything else," said the old lady of the censorious look. "Yet it's his name on the door-plate!"
"His son's name is the same, you know," said I.
