Adrian flourishing his first half-yearly cheque in January had vowed he had no idea there was so much money in the world.

He basked in Fortune's sunshine.

But for all the basking and all the syllabus of the perfect existence, and all his unquestionable love for Doria, and all her worship for him together with its manifestation in her admirable care for his material well-being, Adrian, just at this Eastertide, began to strike me as a man lacking some essential of happiness.

They spent a week or so with us at Northlands.

Adrian confessed dog-weariness.