Upon occasion, she ventured forth more in thought than intent, her gaze resting oft on scenes no longer vibrant with their former cheer. In company, he spoke seldom, yet when he did, it bore the weight of memory and restrained sentiment. Friends, though cordial, remained at a distance—familiar, but never quite near. To the drawing room’s gentle lamplight he returned with habit, not desire, as if warmth were sought more from routine than heart.