Mr. and Mrs. Astor were honored to be the guests at the gracious dinner held at the pied-a-terre of Lady Nell Bottomswell-Bigsley-Cochraigne, affectionately known as Miss BBC. The Lady's brilliant beau, Nicholas, entranced us with local stories of hurricanes, legal briefs, and just down-right amusement. It was a shared moment for both couples, and we regret with deep feeling the impending return of the good Lady to her homeland.

Mr. Astor attracted the usual number of glamorous showgirl types. (Mrs. Astor looks the other way and understands all situations like this...the girl is from the chorus.)

Still she has style and enticing smile, so I will sleep with one eye open.)

Mr. Astor was also being eyed by more sinister elements; everywhere I turned fans flicked, bushes moved, and magazines had eyes cut out of them.

In the end, it was an evening totally focused on Neil and Nicholas--almost a melody, like the musical scores composed by Neil in London. And Mr. Astor and I deeply bow to them for the charming evening that somehow drifted us to nearly 3 AM in a strong, tropical wind that was refreshing and loving. Great friendships are based upon the rockbed of nights like this.