Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the equine cries of the frolicking children wafting in from outside, the frightened girl thought once more of Guenevere-Clarissa ‘Sneaky Legs’ Feynmann, the masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman. He was now, according to three independent witnesses, dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Terri.
   At that moment came a flurry of activity, and she shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. He was here! “Come to me, my darling!” he said in his halting Spanish.
   Then, without any warning, the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, and as he went down on his knees and implored her to forgive him, she made a mental note to call Melissa later and tell her all about it.