To know that you spoke of me as you did for Mr.Barfoot would give me a whole day of happiness.' 'How enviable! To be so easily made happy.' 'Now let me sing you this song of mine.

It isn't very good; I haven't composed for years.

But--' He sat down and rattled over the keys.

Monica was expecting a lively air and spirited words, as in the songs she had heard at Guernsey; but this composition told of sadness and longing and the burden of a lonely heart.

She thought it very beautiful, very touching.