Lord Harrington-Snodgrass met her while taking one of his little breaks.
He was having a Dickens of a job, finding his blue jade cufflinks. He just hoped she hadn’t been pawning stuff off again. Of course, he well knew that not everybody in the family liked the idea of him getting hitched to a short-order cook from Barcelona. He closed the drawer. That was the last place he could think of. If she were around he could ask. He moved to the window. She was probably grooming the horse again. She certainly loved that horse. He looked around the bedroom again. She was incredibly messy. She was not at all fond of cleaning. He reflected on the fact that, contrary to popular belief, she was no more amorous than any English rose. The house staff were kept busy with his new bride on board. He admired their stoicism. He absolutely needed his cufflinks, they went so well with his tie. He was speaking in the House this afternoon.
Again he gazed out of the window, this time chiding himself for his pejorative thoughts. After all, she could throw together a beef lasagne the like of which you could only find in paradise!