It was something that he had never told anybody about, thinking that they would laugh at him.
In point of fact very few people, even the women he made love to, realised just how much music meant to him.
Fiona had become aware of his passion simply because she was so often with him.
But he knew, when he was playing to her one of his own compositions, she was really thinking it would be much more enjoyable if she was in his arms.
The words that she had praised him with were, he well knew, spoken only to make him happy and not because she was convinced in her own mind that he was a good performer.
Now he propped up a music score in front of him.
And he began to note on it the tune that had come into his mind last night.
He had completed quite a lot when the door opened and a servant an
