She shook her head and continued in French.  "No, I was able to use the pedals but the accident has left that part of the playing not as well as I would like to."  She was honest and that she was in the wheelchair was quite obvious just likely not how extreme it had been. 

"I play a lot now though.  It relaxes me."  She smiled.  Her voice was crisp of a person that had been taught from birth to speak properly, but since the accident, and time with so many medical specialists, nurses, and the nuns, she had added more warmth to her words and friendliness.  Having been talked around her and through her between the doctors and her parents, she saw people more humanly and tried to make sure when she spoke that they knew she listened to what they said no matter who they were.

She could not figure out the culture the man had come from, but he was nice and she was enjoying the visit.  Someone that just spoke to her without looking at her with pity or looked to be trying to find a way to get away from the invalid.  In fact, this man had come over to sing with her playing and was continuing to visit with her.  

"No, not professionally." She responded.  "I like many young ladies will perform in the parlor for gathering among each other and for the family.  I have been in a few recitals.  Back when I was still in school and was only the other girls there in the school as it was good example or something like that."  She shrugged.