[The Lost Stradivarius by John Meade Falkner]@TWC D-Link bookThe Lost Stradivarius CHAPTER XI 4/17
Your father exhibited little interest at the event, though he sat nearly half an hour with her one evening, and allowed her even to stroke his hair and caress him as in time long past.
Although it was now the height of summer he seldom left the house, sitting much and sleeping in his own room, where he had a field-bed provided for him, and continually devoting himself to the violin. One evening near the end of July we were sitting after dinner in the drawing-room at Royston, having the French windows looking on to the lawn open, as the air was still oppressively warm.
Though things were proceeding as indifferently as before, we were perhaps less cast down than usual, for John had taken his dinner with us that evening.
This was a circumstance now, alas! sufficiently uncommon, for he had nearly all his meals served for him in his own rooms.
Constance, who was once more downstairs, sat playing at the pianoforte, performing chiefly melodies by Scarlatti or Bach, of which old-fashioned music she knew her husband to be most fond.
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