Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the quotidian sprightly piping of the Vicar’s flageolet wafting in from outside, Neil thought once more of young Bobby, the one person left who could help her. He was now, according to Abraham’s shocking revelation, prospecting for silver in the Andes.
   At long last came an abrupt fanfare from the long-silent trumpets, and she dropped the brimming wine glass heedlessly on the rug. He was here! “Our love will outlast eternity, you who make my life complete!” he blurted.
   Then, without any warning, the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, and as he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, she allowed her willing mind to sink into a rose-colored maelstrom of bliss.