A crowned virtuoso

Summary

A certain king of Spain, believing himself a great music-lover, liked to play Boccherini quartets; but he could never keep up with the tempo. One day when he’d fallen even further behind the others than usual, they, put out by the confusion produced by the royal bow being three or four bars late, made as if to stop. “Go on, go on,” cried the enthusiastic monarch, “I’ll catch up with you!”