My lord turned with a laugh that had no mirth in it.
“A dreary ditty. Where did you come by the song?”
She answered him with three words.
“In this room.”
My lady’s silks rustled in the window-seat like the sound of trees shivering in autumn.
“What moods the girl has!”
My lord kept his eyes on Barbara.
“Is there any more of that song?”
“There was only one verse to it till I found another.”
“So!”