Dymes's visit had done her good; she felt, if not a renewal of hope, at all events the courage which comes of revived spirits.
The next day she awaited his arrival with a pleasant expectation.

He entered humming an air--another new composition--which again she caught from him and played on the violin.
'Good, don't you think?
I'm in great vein just now--always am in the spring, and when the weather's fine.

I say, you're looking much better today--decidedly more fit.

What do you do here for exercise?
Do you go to the Englische Garten?
Come now, will you?
Let's have a drive.' With sudden coldness Alma excused herself.

The musician scrutinised her rapidly, bit his lip, and looked round to the window; but in a moment he had recovered his loud good humour.
'You'll hardly believe it, but it's the plain truth, that I came all this way just to see you.