The man took all the trouble.

There wasn't much." As he spoke, her eye caught a piano standing between the windows.
"Mummy's piano! Why, I thought we agreed it should be stored ?" "It seemed to me you might as well have it down here.

We can easily hire one for London." "Awfully nice of you," murmured Helena.

She opened it and stood with her hand on the keys, looking out into the park, as though she pursued some thought or memory of her own.

It was a brilliant May morning, and the windows were open.