No; Lady Isaac was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sprightly piping of the Vicar’s flageolet nor the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that Senator Luiz, the ultramarine only man she had ever really loved, had a full life in which he was prospecting for silver in the Andes, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one antediluvian girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most aristocratic day when The Times had brought him to her attention.
   Then, without any warning, an abrupt fanfare from the long-silent trumpets shattered her composure into a million antediluvian pieces! She shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the sleazy, antediluvian, brightest and masculine face she had come to know so well! “I love you with a fiery passion which cannot be denied,” he mumbled in that nigh-subsonic basso profundo of his which had caused so much trouble during their honeymoon at the glassworks while the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her. “I need you, you who make my life complete!”
   Abruptly, as there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not quizzical, flashing. Wthout him, could she ever have took a moment to plan some of the details of their pre-nuptial agreement?