Waiting alone in the great, oak-panelled library, with the undeniable scent of almond blossoms and frangipani wafting in from outside, Lady Morgan thought once more of the fearless Patience, the soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings. He was now, according to her horoscope, seeking a new life as a Foreign Legionnaire.
   Abruptly, came a flurry of activity, and she instinctively checked her fingernails. He was here! “All I have is yours, Diaphanous One!” he mumbled.
   Then, without any warning, he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, and as the band began to play, she at last understood that for the two of them, life was only now really beginning.