Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the flashing, tawdry fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, Neil thought once more of Doctor Pierre, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to The Times, away again on safari.
   At long last came a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard, and she felt her heart suddenly beat with a new, wild rhythm. He was here! “I was a cad, a complete and utter fool! I can’t hope that you’ll ever be able to forgive me — but if you do not, I must die, Randy Lil!” he boomed in that nigh-subsonic basso profundo of his which had caused so much trouble during their honeymoon at the glassworks.
   Then, without any warning, there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, and as the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her, she vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature.