He played for me." "What?
He did ?" "I had to run out of the room because some things he said choked me up.
Didn't care whether he died or not.

He was even lonelier than I.I lay down on the divan, and then I heard music.

Funny, but somehow I fancied he was calling me back; and I had to hang on to the divan.

Cutty, he is a great violinist." "Are you fond of music ?" "I am mad about it! I'm always running round to concerts; and I'd walk from Battery to Bronx to hear a good violinist." Fiddles and Irish hearts.

Swiftly came the vision of Hawksley fiddling the heart out of this lonely girl--if he had the chance.