He walked up and down, gently twanging his violin strings, while I, at the table, let my tears flow freely.
Before I left he played a beautiful little piece which he had composed when he was twenty.

It touched me deeply, because I felt as if it were written about Susanna and me; it echoed long after in my mind, so that I learnt it by heart.
"There is a continuation of it," said he, when he had ended, and then--after a short pause as of sad recollection--"but it is not very cheerful, and is not suitable for you!" The next morning early, when the yacht sailed, a handkerchief was waved from the drawing-room window in the parsonage, and, in answer, a glazed hat was lifted on board..