” “And you?” “Rather!” “I wonder why?” “There’s no why. ” “No, that’s okay. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight. I am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me. Do you know much of his background?’ ‘Only that he is, or was, related to the Vicomte de Valade. ” Ann Veronica listened with her eyes on the fire. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. Charley Pevenill was our host. I will come later to see you, Melusine.