Her name was Ernestine. Young and shy, she often felt sad for her own existence and asked the world to forgive her. She was servant from her early youth. After a long trip around England, she returned in her native country. She has worked there for the pianist, who noticed her interest for music and wanted to teach her piano. On this way, the pianist wanted to write down his method "how to learn to play a piano" and to make music approachable to everyone. This trip was a paradise: considered as a real lady she had right to read, to sleep, to eat, and to walk through the garden all afternoon long. Maybe she began to feel some kind of tenderness for her benefactor; maybe he began to feel the same kind of sweet affection for her. We will never know that. All we can say is: when pianist's mother returned from a trip to French relatives, Ernestina’s been fired and sent back to France. For several weeks, she lived as the one she wanted to be. She discovered the look of happiness. What she kept from this exile was hope, and what she’s often been thinking about was memory of the affectionate Chopin melody played on her departure by the lonesome musician.