Pergolesi

Went down after reading her letter, and played and sang the Gloria in Excelsis of Pergolesi, with all my soul.

(A piano starts playing in the adjoining room—an ancient lune, full of soft and solemn melody; the "Nina" of Pergolesi).

Pergolesi never felt, perhaps, any harmonies but those of his own delicious art.

Should my line of action with regard to Pergolesi be dominated by my love or by my respect for his music?

It was a splendid edition, in score, of Pergolesi's "Stabat Mater."