The footmen had left and Higgins had gone into the room next door.
She ran her fingers gently over the keys and started to play a soft tune that made her think about the garden and flowers at home.
She continued playing, thinking she was riding through the woods on Samson, and birds were fluttering in the trees and squirrels scampering on the branches.
She was feeling bright sunshine streaming through the leaves.
She reached the pool in the centre of the wood and there was a slight movement on the surface as if the water nymphs were hiding from her.
She played on and on remembering again what she had thought when she was riding her beloved stallion.
Her father would be waiting for her in their house when she returned and she was reliving hurrying down the corridor to the study where
