Don’t you think him handsome? Alys had asked. And I had answered that I did not think of him at all. Of course, I had not considered him, but that was when I walked upon the ground. I was unmoored now, floating without a home or dowry or prospect of a family. In this place that was no place, I did think about the dark-eyed secretary. I believe in symmetry, he said. He was serious but young enough to look on the world hopefully. He was reserved but had risked speaking to me.
