Then, our demoiselle, reward me, if you will by letting me hear the stave you were going to sing and I did interrupt it." "What! you love music, sir ?" "I adore it." The little princess looked inquiringly at her mother, and received a smile of assent.

She then took her lute and sang a romaunt of the day.
Although but twelve years old, she was a well-taught and painstaking musician.

Her little claw swept the chords with Courage and precision, and struck out the notes of the arpeggio clear, and distinct, and bright, like twinkling stars; but the main charm was her voice.

It was not mighty, but it was round, clear, full, and ringing like a bell.

She sang with a certain modest eloquence, though she knew none of the tricks of feeling.