manisn’tgoingtoseehiswifemakeaguyofherselfforever，ishe？Chaoshasalreadybegunintheservants’quarters。Therearesixdifferentlanguagesspokentherenow。Yousee，it’sallonanentirelyfalsebasis。Flaviahasn’ttheslightestnotionofwhatthesepeoplearereallylike，theirgoodandtheirbadalikeescapeher。They，ontheotherhand，can’timaginewhatsheisdrivingat。Now，Arthurisworseoffthaneitherfaction；heisnotinthefairystoryinthatheseesthesepeopleexactlyastheyare，butheisutterlyunabletoseeFlaviaastheyseeher。Thereyouhavethesituation。Whycan’theseeheraswedo？
Mydear，thathaskeptmeawakeo’nights。Thismanwhohasthoughtsomuchandlivedsomuch，whoisnaturallyacritic，reallytakesFlaviaatverynearlyherownestimate。ButnowIamenteringuponawilderness。FromabriefacquaintancewithheryoucanknownothingoftheicyfastnessesofFlavia’sself-
esteem。It’slikeSt。Peter’s；youcan’trealizeitsmagnitudeatonce。Youhavetogrowintoasenseofitbylivingunderitsshadow。IthasperplexedevenEmileRoux，thatmercilessdissectorofegoism。Shehaspuzzledhimthemorebecausebesawataglancewhatsomeofthemdonotperceiveatonce，andwhatwillbemercifullyconcealedfromArthuruntilthetrumpsounds；
namely，thatallFlavia’sartistshavedoneoreverwilldomeansexactlyasmuchtoherasasymphonymeanstoanoyster；thatthereisnobridgebywhichthesignificanceofanyworkofartcouldbeconveyedtoher。“
“Then，inthenameofgoodness，whydoesshebother？“gaspedImogen。“Sheispretty，wealthy，well-established；whyshouldshebother？“