He liked to hear her play the guitar and sing soft songs in the twilight.

Adam liked it too.
He was wont to say that it reminded him of a young blackbird learning to sing.

For Columbine was as yet very shy of her own talent.

She kept in the shallows, as it were, in dread of what the deep might hold.
Knight was very kind to her, but he was never extravagant in his praise.
He was quite unlike any other man of her acquaintance.

His touch was always so sure.