Her fingers wandering lightly over the keys, almost unconsciously she dropped into the plaintive prelude of Tosti's "Good-bye." Why that particularly pathetic farewell to summer and love should have occurred to her at such a time she did not know.

Whether it had been superinduced by her rooted superstition against Grace's determination to try on her wedding gown beforehand, or whether her emotional temperament had sensed the stirring of far-off things, Nora could not explain.
Very softly she sang the mournful words of the first verse.

She was about to go on with the second when, Mrs.Harlowe appearing in the living-room, Nora swung about on the piano stool.
"Finish your song, Nora," begged Mrs.Harlowe.

"I am very fond of the 'Good-bye.' It is distinctly melancholy, but beautiful.

To me, all Tosti's songs are wonderful.