The colonel had exceptional taste — likely in all things. How could he not if he could name a bird so well, like music, and recite poetry?
“About Colonel Brandon,” their mother prompted when Marianne did not continue speaking. “How did he come to be at our gate?”
Marianne lifted her eyes from the sheet of music on her lap. She would have to imagine how the colonel might sound singing this piece later when there were not so many inquisitive people around to interrupt her musings.
[from Morning Mist one of the novelettes included in Thunder, Mist, and Frost: Nature’s Fury and Delights Anthology 1]