It was a beautiful spring morning, and Rose had decided to spend it in the garden with little Lucius. It was also a chance to escape from the older Lucius. His wife Narcissa, in a sentimental mood, had wanted to come home to meet the new grandson. If she, more or less, could be tolerated, the same couldn't be said for her husband. Contemptuous when he couldn't be rude, he believed he had to control the girl no matter what she did.