clt (+b. clt), vln, vcl, cb, pno, vib. (motor)
It is about 8:30 on a windy October night. The moaning of the wind sounds like a banshee’s cry. Inside the drawing room is a woman staring out the window, half searching for someone and half lost in brooding thought. Aged 56, of medium height, but with a proud, upright bearing that makes her seem taller than she is. There is strength, power and determination in this woman, and yet a fleeting echo of pain is etched in the sharp lines around her mouth. The drawing room is large and gloomy. Paneled walls, portraits of family founders, a large grand piano, an unlit fireplace.