She took the pitch from certain notes which she had written down, and which she struck on Mr. dolmetsch's psaltery.
She's a woman I met at a studio somewhere, and I went with her to one of those dolmetsch concerts.
I remember his exact words, because they seemed to me at the time to be the sort of thing that only dolmetsch could have said.
And I swear to you that such a moment came to me while dolmetsch mumbled the last two bars of that Mass.
But dolmetsch is not one of those men who say no, and he read me the score.