Knowing Madison, in the manner one knows of a casual acquaintance who keeps popping up at the same Austrian operas over the years, I was confident she had left the flat for Park Avenue. As it now stood, she was probably skipping her way merely down the thoroughfare as the ladies of the social aristocracy… Continue reading Chapter XXXVII – Park Avenue!
My “how”, delivered with convincing aplomb, lingered in the hot summer air. We had both, after Madison’s mad dash to the street, resumed our seated positions opposite one another. Ypres adopted her postgraduate stance. She was in her element. The lecture would commence, and the isms would no doubt pepper the disquisition. The daylight came… Continue reading Chapter XXXVI – Ypres Reveals All: Part II
Those of you who are not familiar with Wagner will underestimate the extent of Madison’s tormented emotions. Whereas Mozart and Rossini are usually good-humoured fun, with a bit of harmless suspense thrown in, Wagner is the equivalent of a protracted tragic identity crisis. It summons the full range of painful emotions in a most ungermanic… Continue reading Chapter XXXV – Wagnerian Distress
I must admit, dear reader, that I had reached a point where unanticipated revelations no longer had a surprising effect. A couple of weeks prior, I would have easily jumped back three yards in a north-east direction at the news that Madison’s love interest was Pietro Ducale. The idea that Madison was attracted to a… Continue reading Chapter XXXIV – Paragraphs or Feminism
I have come to the conclusion that I am rather good at deductions. This may come as a surprise to some. Indeed, in general, my grasp of mathematics is rather tenuous. To me, arithmetic might as well be a collection of Arabic numerals. Some, although they would be uncharitable, would say that the level of… Continue reading Chapter XXXIII – Deductions
“It was one of the most beautiful moments of my stay here in New York. Another conundrum has been resolved!” Madison and Madame LaPeine de Mort were long gone, their priorities united at last. This left me serene and content with Cousin Andrew and Ypres. We were having lemonade on a terrace by the Conservatory… Continue reading Chapter XXXII – A Bucolic Moment