CHAPTER NINECarina had not wasted her time since joining the troupe. During the weeks when they had languished at Mrs. Babbage’s, she had taken over the battered piano in the parlour and discovered in herself a gift for song writing.
She had begun to realise her potential during the two days she had spent at the castle. Now she had time to bring it to fruition and she gloried in the development of her talent.
By the time the troupe was ready to start rehearsals for Twelfth Night she had composed a collection of new songs, which Bertie fell on with joy.
“This one to open with,” he said, “and this one to sing for Orsino – ”
“I have written some music for Feste’s songs, too,” she said. “But perhaps Mr. Bentiss has already commissioned that music from someone else?”
But it turned out that
