‘Is that one of your compositions?’ Sir Warren applauded as he approached. The fall of his feet on the wooden floor was as melodious as a well-played drum and the sound of it tripped through her as powerfully as his voice. His welcome eased the tension which had marred her playing since her arrival. This morning, when no note had come to Welton Place cancelling their engagement, she’d set out for Priorton wondering what she’d find. She was glad to see him smile at her as if their tiff in the garden had never happened. Without thinking, she returned it. ‘No, Sir Warren, it’s Schubert.’ She’d considered bringing the composition book as a kind of peace offering, but at the last minute she’d changed her mind. Every heartbreak, fear and sense of loss echoed in each note in the book. She wasn’t about to allow him to hear it. Despite what she’d told him about Madame de Badeau, there were limits to how many confidences she intended to share with him.
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