There he was again, listening to that infernal bloody music. Goldberg Variations again! Maddening, all that repetition.
She was banging about upstairs.
He turned the knob of the amplifier a little higher. He leaned back in his brown leather recliner to enjoy in full the glories of his favourite composer, appreciating his expensive audio equipment, those splendid Wharfedale speakers, the woofers and tweeters.
Her suitcase bumped down the stairs unheard. The latch softly clicked, the boot thudded and the car accelerated through its gears as she sped away.