The dinner party is lively, but the soft, flowing melody of the piano fills the room, bringing a moment of serenity. Jane Fairfax, seated at the grand piano, plays with remarkable grace, her fingers gliding over the keys with effortless precision. Her music has a delicate yet powerful quality, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Emma and Churchill sit nearby, engaged in conversation, but their attention is clearly pulled towards Jane's performance.

Miss Bates, ever eager to showcase Jane's talents, notices our admiration and rushes over, practically pulling us toward the piano.

“Come, come!” Miss Bates exclaims, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “You simply must hear Miss Fairfax play! It is, without a doubt, the most beautiful music to grace this house in ages. I always tell her—such refinement, such elegance. It takes a true artist to play with such feeling.”

As we approach, we are all struck by the way Jane's fingers dance across the keys, producing a melody that seems to both soothe and captivate. Miss Bates continues, “Jane has always been such a talented musician. She brings such joy to any gathering, doesn't she?”

We greet Jane with sincere admiration, knowing that Miss Bates’ excitement is only a reflection of the genuine respect Jane deserves. “Your playing is simply exquisite, Jane. Truly, there are few who can capture such emotion and grace in their music. You have a rare gift.”

Jane offers a quiet, modest smile, her cheeks flushed with the slightest hint of pink from the attention, but she remains humble, as always, allowing her music to speak for itself. The room falls into a respectful silence, captivated by the perfection of her performance.