"Some day, I will play you that in music.

Chopin is full of it--the death of Poland--and then her soul, her songs, her hopes, her rising again.

Ah, but Sorell!--I will explain.

I saw him one night at a house of kind people--the master of it was the Directeur of the Ecole des Sciences Politiques--and his wife.

She was so beautiful, though she was not young; and gentle, like a child; and so good.