He remembered the song perfectly.

He had heard her sing it in many places--Rome, Naples, Syracuse.

It was a great favourite with her mother, for whom the national upheaval of Italy--the heroic struggle of the Risorgimento--had been a life-long passion.
"Why did Connie never tell us she could sing!" said Mrs.Hooper in her thin peevish voice.

"Girls really shouldn't hide their accomplishments." Sorell's oar dropped into the water with a splash.
* * * * * At Marston Ferry, there was a general disembarking, a ramble along the river bank and tea under a group of elms beside a broad reach of the stream.

Sorell noticed, that in spite of the regrouping of the two boat loads, as they mingled in the walk, Herbert Pryce never left Connie's side.