No; Isaac — she who had always seemed so cold! — was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sweet orchard smell nor the now-familiar confines of Xavier’s grass hut impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that Edwin ‘Sneaky Legs’ Mellon, the incendiary man who had taught her how to feel, had a full life in which he was starring in yet another film with Sandy Asimov, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one shadowy girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most foreign day when the message on the dagger had brought him to her attention.
   Abruptly, an eerie chill of premonition shattered her composure into a million seductive pieces! She leapt to her feet with hope — and alarm — in her eyes. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the inchoate, unconquered and masculine face she had come to know so well! “There’s only ever been you,” he stammered hysterically while the band began to play. “I need you, Diaphanous One!”
   At that moment as he slid the little ring onto her finger, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not seductive. Wthout him, could she ever have vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature?