Work together would have brought peace.

He shuts me out--he shuts me out." At last she drew the bow across the instrument, once, twice, and then she began to play, forgetful of the world.

She had a contralto voice, and she sang with a depth of feeling and a delicate form worthy of a professional; on the piano she was effective and charming, but into the 'cello she poured her soul.
For quite an hour she played with scarce an interruption.

At last, with a sigh, she laid the instrument against her knee and gazed out of the window.

As she sat lost in her dream--a dream of the desert--a servant entered with letters.