Chapter 162
The rented limo, with Winston Shepherd at the wheel, wound its way through the hills toward Pemberley, but William barely noticed. He was busy kissing his wife, investing the activity with considerable enthusiasm.
Elizabeth drew back and eyed him. “You’re wearing some flower petals.” She reached up and brushed them from the top of his head. The wedding guests had thrown those instead of rice when he and his wife—he seemed to be inserting that phrase into his thoughts at every opportunity—exited the church.
“So are you, Mrs. Darcy,” he replied.
Her eyes lit up. “Wow! Mrs. Darcy.”
“I know. I like the sound of it, too.” He plucked the petals from his wife’s hair and decided it was time to kiss her—his wife, that is—again.
She broke off the kiss abruptly. “Hold on. Did I go soft for a minute? It’s Ms. Bennet-Darcy, and don’t you forget it!”
“I thought you were going by Darcy socially, and Bennet-Darcy in professional situations.”
“Right. What’s your point?”
“My point, Mrs. Darcy, is that riding in a limo from our wedding to our reception counts as a social situation.”
She laughed. “Fair enough, Mr. Darcy.”
“I’m glad that’s settled, Mrs. Darcy.” It was time to kiss his wife yet again.
Elizabeth stood on the terrace at Pemberley, gratified by the smiles on the faces of the wedding guests. Even her mother looked happy, for the moment at least. Most of the guests were collected around the bar or the food table, chatting. They would sit down to dinner in half an hour but had plenty of tidbits to munch on until then. She and Mrs. Shepherd had planned a wonderful menu, bur she thought she had noticed one or two extra choices on the food table. One was a dainty spiral of puff pastry with a delicious savory filling. Elizabeth hadn’t realized that Naomi Shepherd was skilled with puff pastry; there seemed to be no limits to her culinary skill.
She stepped onto the lawn, grateful for the flat-heeled sandals she wore. She and her bridesmaids, once formal photographs were finished, had changed into short sundresses and comfortable shoes. Elizabeth loved her dress; it was off-white, with a halter top and a knee-length skirt with tiers of fabric cascading from the wide, ruched waist. To complete the look, Jane had taken an orchid from the bridal bouquet and pinned it in Elizabeth’s hair. She still looked and felt very bridal; in fact, she would have worn this dress for the ceremony had Rose not asked her, as a special favor, to wear her designer gown instead. But Rose had agreed that formal attire for the guests, and for the wedding party once the ceremony was over, made little sense given the climate and the outdoor setting for the reception. The guests, accordingly, were dressed comfortably as well: sundresses for most of the women, and shirtsleeves and slacks for the men.
As though summoned by Elizabeth’s thoughts, Rose approached, accompanied by her friend, Joanna Barton. Both had chosen to dress in more typical wedding attire, in two-piece suits that Elizabeth was certain were Chanel. “My dear, you look lovely,” Rose said.
“You certainly do,” Joanna added.
“Thank you. I was so lucky to have two beautiful dresses to wear today.”
“And you wore my earrings.” Rose’s expression was as warm as Elizabeth had ever seen it.
“I thought we could start a new family tradition. Georgie can wear them when it’s her turn, and maybe someday William and I will have a daughter or daughter-in-law who’d love to wear her great-grandmother’s diamond earrings on her wedding day.”
Rose took Elizabeth’s hand in both of hers. “That would be wonderful,” she said softly. Elizabeth wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw Rose’s eyes shining with an unshed tear or two.
Out of the corner of her eye, Elizabeth saw her mother approaching, and she cringed inwardly, fearing what her mother might say to Rose. But Eleanor Fitzwilliam intercepted Mrs. Bennet, drawing her over to the food table and pointing out the various dishes with an unusual degree of energy.
Rose mentioned that she was rather tired, so Elizabeth escorted Rose and Joanna to chairs on the terrace and then turned back to scan the lawn area. Where was William? She was thrilled beyond words by his reactions to the day. He seemed relaxed and happy—in fact, giddy came close to describing him. She had expected him to become impatient during the lengthy photography sessions at the church and at Pemberley, but he had endured them with a genial smile and a light-hearted manner. However, she hadn’t seen him since the photographer had released them and she had run upstairs with her bridesmaids to change clothes.
She collected a rum punch, festooned with a spear of fresh pineapple, and joined Jane and Charlotte near the bar. “Do you know where the guys are?”
Charlotte shook her head. “They’re upstairs. I wasn’t allowed to tell you before, but when Richard heard that we were changing clothes after the wedding, he took charge of the reception wardrobe for the guys.”
“William said they’d just take off their jackets, ties, and cummerbunds,” Elizabeth said.
“Oh, they’ve done a bit more than that,” Charlotte said with a snicker. “Look over there.”
Richard stood on the terrace wearing a gaudy Hawaiian shirt, bright red Bermuda shorts, a New York Yankees baseball cap, and yellow flip-flops, and looking very pleased with himself. Charles joined him in a matching shirt, navy shorts, black flip-flops, and a San Francisco Giants cap. He shot Jane a look somewhere between a smile and a wince. William exited the house last, and Elizabeth was amused—but not surprised—to see that his only element in common with the others was the shirt. He had substituted tan slacks for the Bermuda shorts and his Ferragamo loafers for the flip-flops. And of course, he had completely omitted any headgear.
Richard stepped down onto the lawn and approached Elizabeth, grinning. “I gotta say, Miss Lizzy—oh, I suppose that should be Mrs. Lizzy now—you have your guy thoroughly whipped. We got him out of his tux, but he didn’t have the balls to do the Full Richard.”
“That has nothing to do with me, and you know it,” she replied, laughing. “I’m impressed that you got him into a shirt that wasn’t white or pale blue. You seriously expected him to wear shorts and flip-flops at his own wedding reception? With his grandmother watching?” An involuntary glance at Rose showed her studying Richard with a frown and pursed lips.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Richard replied. “It looks like I’m out of the will. Again.” He strolled over to Charlotte and draped an arm around her shoulders. “Did you keep the secret?”
“My lips were sealed,” Charlotte replied.
“In that case, you must be thirsty. Let’s get you a drink.” They turned toward the bar.
Elizabeth joined William near the terrace; he had just finished chatting with Rose and Joanna. “There’s my husband,” she said, feeling a little tingle as she used the word for the first time. She flung her arms around his neck and whispered, “I love you.”
When she stepped back from the embrace, he held her at arm’s length and studied her. “You look gorgeous,” he declared with a surprising degree of solemnity.
“Oh, good. I was hoping you’d like this dress as much as the other one.”
“Maybe even more, because it looks like you: fun and light and … I can’t really explain it.” He glanced down at himself. “I hope it’s okay that I wore this shirt; the guys threatened to lock me in an upstairs room if I didn’t.”
“Of course; you look perfect. Now we can just celebrate being married.”
“I like it so far,” he said, his expression sultry as he drew her into his arms.
“Me too,” she murmured against his lips.
“I thought you were supposed to wait to kiss until people tapped their spoons against their glasses,” Georgiana said as she approached them. “Kitty was telling me about it; she said we should just keep doing it over and over all through dinner.”
“I have no problem with that,” William replied, kissing Elizabeth again.
“Please tell me this is just a wedding-day thing,” Georgiana moaned, “and you’re not going to be like this while we’re in Italy.”
“I’m afraid I can’t promise you that,” William retorted.
“After all, Georgie, you’re basically coming along on our honeymoon,” Elizabeth said. “You’re going to have to expect some romance.”
Georgiana rolled her eyes, her expression deadpan. “I can hardly wait.”
“Oh, poor girl, who gets to spend two weeks in Italy,” Elizabeth said in a tone of sham sympathy.
Georgiana rolled her eyes again, but this time she was smiling. “Yeah, I know.”
Tessa Gardiner hurried up to them, holding what appeared to be a glass of rum punch. “Hey, Georgie,” she said. “We’re going down to sit by the pool.” She tipped her head toward her sisters and Kitty, standing a short distance away.
“Has your father seen you with that drink?” Elizabeth asked. She knew all too well that Edward wouldn’t approve.
“It’s non-alcoholic,” Tessa replied, raising her drink in a toast. “Mostly.”
“Parents!” Georgie huffed, rolling her eyes. “See you later.” She trotted off after Tessa.
“We need to get one more photo,” Elizabeth said. She took William’s arm and led him to the photographer. “Could we go down to the beach?”
William led the way down the steep path. Once at the bottom, Elizabeth explained her plan. “You know that photo of you, when you were about five, on the beach with your mother? The one that’s in your study? I thought we should take one of us, down in the same place, to go with it.”
His eyes lit up. “That’s perfect. And then, over time, we’ll take one of you with each of our kids, posing just like she did with me.”
“Don’t you think it should be of the two of us with each of our kids?”
He grasped her hand and favored her with his sweetest smile, the one that always pierced her heart. “Absolutely.”
They took the photo, along with half a dozen more in various poses, and then made their way back up the hill. Almost the moment they arrived, Mrs. Shepherd appeared on the terrace and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, if you’d like to take your seats, dinner is served.”
“There she is!” Elizabeth exclaimed when she saw Mrs. Reynolds standing in the doorway behind Mrs. Shepherd. “I noticed the Reynoldses weren’t at the church. And then I saw Allen heading over to the gatehouse with Winston a little while ago. But I hadn’t seen Mrs. Reynolds anywhere. I’m glad she’s here.” She looked again. “But, wait. Why is she wearing an apron?”
“About that,” William said, as he led her toward their table. “There’s something I forgot to tell you.”
Dinner was followed by a dessert buffet with a wide range of delectable choices. They had decided to skip a traditional cake; there would be a large one—absurdly expensive, in Elizabeth’s opinion—at the party in New York. She popped into the kitchen while the guests cruised the dessert table for second helpings and found the two cooks, assisted by Mrs. Shepherd’s daughter and the three waitstaff who had served the meal, busy with cleanup.
“I won’t keep you,” Elizabeth said, “but I had to thank you for the magnificent job you did. Everything was perfect: delicious, beautiful to look at, and … well, perfect.”
“Thank you, dear.” “Thank you, Elizabeth.” The two cooks spoke at the same moment.
“But, Mrs. Reynolds, I wasn’t expecting to see you in the kitchen! We invited you here as a guest.”
“I know, but this was what I really wanted to do.” She glanced at Mrs. Shepherd. “And I have to admit, I learned a few things. Like how to open a coconut.”
Mrs. Shepherd chuckled. “And I learned how to make puff pastry. Not that I’m planning to ever do it.”
“I wondered about the puff pastry appetizer!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “It was delicious. So you made those, Mrs. Reynolds?”
“I guess you could say it was a team project. Naomi made the filling.”
“Well, I loved it. And I’d know your chocolate mousse anywhere. Or was that a team project, too?”
Mrs. Shepherd snorted. “No, she refused to give me the recipe. Wouldn’t even let me near her when she was fixing it.”
“So come to New York and get the recipe.” Mrs. Reynolds wiped her hands on her apron and planted them on her hips.
“Really?” Elizabeth said. “You and Winston are planning to visit New York?”
“Not Winston; I’d never get him on a plane. But my daughter and I have always wanted to see New York. If we can get someone to help with the kids, we might do it. And Marcia said maybe, if it was okay with you, she could fix us a dinner or two while we’re there.”
“Well, of course it’s okay!” Elizabeth smiled at the women. “It sounds like the two of you are becoming friends.” It was quite a turnaround, after the confrontation William had described.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Mrs. Shepherd retorted. “I’m just curious to try the fancy, rich-person food she can’t stop blabbing about.”
“And I’m just trying to contribute to her culinary education,” Mrs. Reynolds added.
Laughing to herself, Elizabeth exited the kitchen. On the terrace, she caught William’s eye and raised her eyebrows in a questioning look. He nodded, excused himself from his conversation with the Gardiners, and joined her on the terrace.
“Excuse me, everyone,” she began. “Could we have your attention for a minute?”
The guests assembled on the lawn by the terrace, and Elizabeth continued. “Thank you again for joining us for the wedding. Having all of you here made it so special.”
Scattered applause greeted her remark, with Richard tossing in a loud cheer.
“If the wedding had kept to the original plan, we were going to hold the rehearsal dinner at Pemberley, and William and I had planned a short bit of entertainment. But it wouldn’t have worked at the restaurant the other night, so we thought we’d do it today instead. If you’d join us in the living room?”
“Lizzy!”
Elizabeth saw her mother trotting in her direction with a determined look in her eyes. What she was determined to do, Elizabeth didn’t know, but she doubted it would be enjoyable. To her surprise, Mary stepped into their mother’s path and, clasping her arm, stopped her progress. Elizabeth couldn’t hear Mary’s words, but she was grateful for the save, whether intentional or not.
In the living room, William seated himself at the piano, and Elizabeth stood beside him. She smiled and nodded, and he began to play a jazz introduction; then she began to sing:
All is right with the world, can’t you tell by my face,
All is right with the world ‘cause you’re in my embrace.
And when I kiss your lips, can’t you feel my heart sing?
Here at my fingertips, I have everything.
Disbelievers may shout that it just couldn’t be,
Nonbelievers may doubt but we’ve made history.
So let the flag be unfurled, then the people will see
All is right with the world, all is right with the world,
All is right with the world because you’re in love with me.1
William then took over the spotlight, playing an intricate jazz piano version of the verse. Elizabeth was so engrossed by watching him, relishing his total enjoyment as he played, that she almost forgot to rejoin him at the end of his solo. However, with an extra burst of energy, she picked up the melody again and they finished the song together.
He rose from the piano and Elizabeth threw her arms around his neck, laughing, accompanied by the guests’ hearty applause. She had been looking forward to performing the song with him, but the experience had exceeded all her expectations. As the ovation died down, she began to step toward the guests, but William grabbed her hand and spoke. “While we’re here, I have a wedding gift for my bride.” He lifted a CD from the piano’s music rack and turned it to face the group. “She doesn’t know this, but a few months ago I recorded a collection of piano solos. This will be the next disc out on my record label.”
Elizabeth gasped as she saw the CD cover, bearing the title: “For Elizabeth: William Darcy’s Favorite Piano Solos.”
He handed her the CD. “And I want to play one of the selections now. Ever since the first time I played it for her, almost a year ago, I’ve thought of it as her song.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek and then seated himself at the piano.
She knew what he would play before he began: of course, it was the Brahms Intermezzo2. Scenes from his past performances flowed through her mind: passion flaring between them at his piano in New York, their emotional reunion by the Rosings swimming pool, and her tearful pride during his recital at Pacific Conservatory. She watched him as he played, his joy nearly palpable in his expression and in the lush sounds he coaxed from the instrument, and tears flowed down her cheeks.
William rose to his feet and wrapped her securely in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder, absorbing his strength. My husband. How did I get so lucky? She stepped out of his arms, wiping away her tears. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Oh, William, how lovely for you to play something for Lizzy,” Mrs. Bennet gushed. “But, Lizzy, dear, crying that way was so undignified, and—”
“Francie, let’s go out and see if there’s any chocolate mousse left.” Andrew Bennet took his wife’s arm and steered her firmly from the room.
Back on the terrace, one final ritual remained: the tossing of the bouquet. Elizabeth hated to part with it, but she turned her back on the assembled unmarried females and threw it over her head, to the sound of much squealing and giggling. The victor was the eldest Gardiner daughter, who was immediately teased by Georgiana, Kitty, and her sisters. “She’s been talking about her boyfriend constantly,” Tessa Gardiner called out. “Wait till she tells him about this!”
The guests began to collect themselves into groups for the trips back to their various residences. Richard and Charles appeared downstairs with their suitcases, preparing to join Jane and Charlotte at the beach house. The Gardiners and Fitzwilliams planned to spend the following week exploring the island together. The remaining guests, though, would be heading home the next day. William and Elizabeth stood on the terrace, bidding each group farewell as they departed with many hugs, kisses, and handshakes. Elizabeth noted with pride that William even tolerated a hug from his new mother-in-law, managing to smile and nod at her stream of meaningless chatter.
After the last vehicle drove away, William reached out to take Elizabeth in his arms. “Alone at last.”
“Not quite,” she replied, evading his embrace. “Mrs. Shepherd is still in the kitchen.”
“I don’t care. I’ve waited long enough to do this.” He hefted Elizabeth into his arms and carried her from the terrace into the house. “There,” he said, depositing her on her feet inside. “I can check ‘carry her over the threshold’ off my wedding to-do list. Although I’m going to do it again in New York.”
“I’d offer to carry you when we get there, but a big, manly man like you? I could never manage it.”
“Mmm.” He drew her toward him. “And what would you like your big, manly man to do for you now?”
“I’m sure I can think of something,” she purred, splaying her hands over his chest.
Their lips had just met when they heard a little gasp behind them. “I’m so sorry!” Mrs. Reynolds cried, cringing. She glanced back at Mrs. Shepherd and her daughter. “Come on, ladies. We need to leave the newlyweds alone.”
“Mrs. Reynolds,” William said, “we didn’t know you were still here. The car heading to Sandy Lane already left.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Mrs. Shepherd replied. “We’re gonna go over to the gatehouse for a bit. When Winston gets back, he’ll drive her there.” She winked at Elizabeth. “You two enjoy yourselves. I have to come back early to fix breakfast, but I’ll stay in the kitchen and mind my own business.”
The trio exited the house, heading across the lawn, and William scooped Elizabeth up into his arms and, with some difficulty, carried her upstairs. “Okay, Mrs. Darcy, now we’re alone at last. I assume I don’t have to call you Ms. Bennet-Darcy right now?”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “No, Mr. Darcy, I’d say being alone in our bedroom is definitely a social situation.”
“Good.” He deposited her on the bed with a grunt. “But before we further explore this … social situation further, I want to give you your wedding gift.”
“You already did, downstairs.”
“I have something else for you.” He crossed the room and opened his suitcase.
“Ooh! Another surprise! Well, it so happens I have something for you, too.” Elizabeth stood up and grabbed her own suitcase. She extracted a medium-sized package wrapped in pale blue tissue paper, excitement coursing through her.
William returned and sat on the bed, holding a large manila envelope.
“Open mine first, please,” she said, extending the package to him. Of course, she was curious about the envelope’s contents, but she couldn’t wait to give William his gift.
He accepted it and carefully removed the tissue paper. He stared at it for a moment, clearly confused, and then his eyes widened and his mouth opened. “Oh, Lizzy. This is ….” He shook his head, still staring at the sheet of cream-colored paper from a copybook, mounted in a black-edged frame decorated with a narrow strip of gold.
“Lizzy, it’s wonderful.”
“I know the music is the main theme from the third movement,” she said. “I listened, and I think maybe it’s from the first time the piano plays it?”
He nodded. “I don’t recall the measure numbers, but it’s about two and a half minutes into the movement. As you said, it’s the first time the piano states the theme, taking it over from the strings.” He set it down and leaned over to take her in his arms. “Thank you so much. I don’t know if I should put it in my study, next to my piano, or down in the library where everyone who visits can see it.”
“It’s up to you, but I imagined it in your study, so you could look at it when you practice.”
“You’re right.” He captured her face in his hands and kissed her gently. “I will treasure it. But it must have used up every penny you’ve managed to save.”
She shook her head. “Gran helped me a little. Besides, don’t you know it’s rude to ask about the cost of a present?” Rose had in fact helped more than a little, but she had been pleased to do so when she learned what Elizabeth wanted to buy. An agent in London had bid on their behalf at Sotheby’s; the winning bid had been well above the pre-auction estimate, but Rose had given the agent a wide discretionary range for the purchase.
“It’s just that I know you want to have some money of your own so you can maintain some independence, and now you’ve spent it all on me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I have my job at the foundation; I’ll be fine.”
“Good.” He handed her the envelope. “This is for you.”
She opened it and extracted a sheet of paper, folded in thirds, along with a set of photographs. She unfolded the paper and frowned, confused. It was a real estate listing for a house in …. She met William’s gaze. “I don’t understand.”
“Apparently last December, you and Jane went for a walk up above the Presidio. I think she said this happened the day you proposed to me, after my flight departed.”
“Yes, we went up there and—” Suddenly the pieces came together.
“She said you both pointed out houses you’d love to live in.”
Elizabeth nodded, her mouth hanging open.
“I called Jane a couple of months ago, asking what she thought of my giving you a house in the city as a wedding gift, and she offered to look around a little. When she saw ‘your’ house in a real estate listing, she contacted me, and I asked her to go for a tour. She thinks you’ll love it. She took all these photos for you, and also a video.”
“So, let me understand. You bought the house?” Elizabeth asked, her heart pounding.
“Not yet.” He took her hand. “If you’ve taught me nothing else, it’s that we need to make big decisions together. I’d like to buy it for us, but only if you agree. Sonya and I talked to the realtor, and the seller agreed to take the house off the market temporarily if I paid them a deposit that they’ll keep if we don’t go through with the purchase. Then, as soon as we get back from Italy, we can fly out to San Francisco and see it.”
“And so we’d live there?” Had he forgotten all their reasons for staying in New York for now? Georgiana? Rose? The foundation project with the New York City schools?
“Not yet, but we’ve talked about moving there eventually, and the house you liked is for sale right now. And in the meantime, we could furnish it and stay there when we go out to visit. Of course, this all assumes that you think we should buy it. If not, we can do some more looking.” He grinned. “Or, worst case, I’ll have to come up with another wedding present for you.”
She realized for the first time that, despite William’s statements to the contrary, she hadn’t truly believed that they would ever move to California. That was the true gift he was giving her: proof that he had meant every word of his promise of true partnership.
“I don’t know what to say,” she breathed. She studied the stack of photos. She had loved the ivy-covered walls then, and loved them even more now. The rooms looked wonderful, and the views from the porch on the back of the house were stunning. Then she noticed that he was watching her closely, clearly anxious for her reaction. Dropping the photos, she flung her arms around his neck. “This is the most wonderful present you could have given me. And you’ve gone to so much trouble.”
He shook his head. “Jane and Sonya did most of the legwork. So, what do you think?”
“I … I don’t know. I mean, it looks wonderful, but ….” She shrugged and let out a little laugh, finding herself uncharacteristically speechless.
“But you need to know more, right now.”
He had expressed her feelings perfectly. She smiled and nodded.
“Jane and I tentatively agreed that we’ll go over to the beach house for lunch tomorrow. She can tell you all about the house, and the two of you can watch the video together.”
“Yes, I’d love that!” She caressed his cheek. “I’m sorry, though; I know this isn’t exactly the quiet honeymoon in seclusion you were hoping for.”
“It’s my own fault,” he said, shrugging. “I could have bought you something simple, like the Hope Diamond.”
A short time later, Elizabeth inspected herself in the bathroom mirror. She was glad to see that her hair had survived the day in surprisingly good condition; she owed that to Jane. She considered leaving the orchid in her hair but instead removed it carefully; she couldn’t bear to think of it getting crushed during the night.
“What’s taking so long, Mrs. Darcy?” William called from the bedroom.
She peeked out the door and saw him lounging on the bed, wearing only his boxer shorts. “I’ll be there soon,” she said. “Give me a minute to get out of this dress.”
“You know,” he said with a lascivious grin, “I’d be more than happy to help you take it off, not to mention whatever you’re wearing under it.”
“But I have a surprise for you,” she said. “Close your eyes, and I’ll be there soon.”
Back in the bathroom, she removed her dress and undergarments and slipped into a sheer white nightgown, a bridal shower gift from Madeline Gardiner. Elizabeth had blushed when she opened the box, and she blushed now as well, inspecting herself in the mirror: the elegant gown left very little to the imagination. But he would enjoy the view, even if he had her out of the gown in record time. And that, after all, was the point.
Smiling, she checked her hair one more time, applied a light spritz of the jasmine perfume he loved, and returned to the bedroom. “Here I am, Mr. Darcy,” she trilled.
It had been a bad idea to encourage him to close his eyes. He was breathing softly in the familiar rhythm of sleep she knew so well. She chuckled and, with a tender smile, crept into bed with him.
Not quite the wedding night I imagined. She considered nudging him awake; she knew he wouldn’t mind deferring sleep for a little while. But as she reached out to touch him, a fierce yawn overtook her; her sleepless night and the excitement of the day had caught up with her. We can just extend our wedding night into tomorrow morning. Smiling, she kissed his cheek and snuggled close to him. He grunted softly and turned toward her but didn’t awaken. “Good night, husband,” she whispered.
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1 “All is Right With the World,” Performed by Christiane Noll and David Budway on Live at the West Bank Café, © 2003, Car Jam Records. Available on Amazon and iTunes Store. Hear on Spotify. Hear on Youtube.
2 Intermezzo in A, Opus 118, No. 2, by Johannes Brahms. Performed by Van Cliburn on My Favorite Brahms, © 1971, RCA. Available on Amazon and iTunes Store. Hear on Spotify. Hear on Youtube.
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