"But you'll never guess his!" Lady Muriel said, with that delicate silvery laugh that was music to my ears
He did not talk much to me, but when he did speak it was with a degree of freedom and openness, and kindliness too, that plainly seemed to intimate he knew his words were music to my ears
; and when his looks met mine it was with a smile - presumptuous, it might be - but oh!
The stove might be dismal-looking to some eyes, not to mine, but it was indisputably very warm, and there were two gentlemen seated by it talking in French; impossible to follow their rapid utterance, or comprehend much of the purport of what they said--yet French, in the mouths of Frenchmen, or Belgians (I was not then sensible of the horrors of the Belgian accent) was as music to my ears
. One of these gentlemen presently discerned me to be an Englishman--no doubt from the fashion in which I addressed the waiter; for I would persist in speaking French in my execrable South-of-England style, though the man understood English.
"IT'S music to my ears
," - A cycling legend has praised the decision to push back the date of the Velo Birmingham and Midlands event.
"That was music to my ears
. The style of play is similar to Robbie, who likes a direct 4-4-2 with crosses in the box."
But boss Santos dismissed his critics, saying: "When they talk about the way we play, that's music to my ears
. I'm just focused on the next match.
So the news the new Apple iPhone has a built-in fingerprint sensor is music to my ears
because it means the end of passwords.
MUSIC TO MY EARS
? The home has been extended but still has a traditional original style enhanced by character features including a stone fireplace and wood burning stove in the sitting room and exposed beams in the bedrooms.
HEARING about the idea of introducing SPAG tests into the school curriculum was music to my ears
David Evans Walsall, West Midlands READING that rather than his cushy cell in a UK jail, Hamza now has a cramped and dingy cell was music to my ears
. The Americans take no nonsense from their criminals.
The well-intentioned banter soon was gone A gentle shove, the deed was done Now softened sound and lights down low At last arrived a rosy glow Then suddenly amid the gloom Beside the bed and in the room A stretcher and a trolley Voices asking "Please get on" I did not feel so jolly The sounds of moving trolleys Were music to my ears
An angel stood before me To banish all my fears Am I in heaven, I asked the vision And ready to meet the Lord?
That was music to my ears
as I'm getting fed up - as so many trainers are - with being forced to run horses on desperately testing ground.
Reading that the ticket dispensing misery-guts can't fine Ferraris, because they're not on their computer system, was like music to my ears
Duncan, Year 6 teacher, added: "Listening to the children playing is simply music to my ears