‘I think I can manage that without help,’ he observed.

‘Now, there’s a thought,’ she said, apparently much struck. ‘Have you noticed how weddings bring out the worst in people? I’m sure you aren’t usually as cynical and grumpy as now.’

This was sheer impertinence, but instead of brushing her aside he felt an unusual inclination to spar with her.

‘Certainly not,’ he said. ‘I’m usually worse.’

‘Impossible.’

‘Anyone who knows me will tell you that this is my “sweetness and light” mood.’

‘I don’t believe it. Instinct tells me that you’re a softie at heart. People cry on your shoulder, children flock to you, those in trouble turn to you first.’

‘I’ve done nothing to deserve that,’ he assured her fervently.

The crowd was swirling around them, forcing them to move aside. As they left the temple, Lysandros observed, ‘I’m surprised Homer settled for an imitation Parthenon.’

‘Oh, he wanted the original,’ she agreed, ‘but between you and me-’ she lowered her voice dramatically ‘-it didn’t quite measure up to his standards, and he felt he could do better. So he built this to show them how it ought to have been done.’

Before he could stop himself he gave a crack of laughter and several people stared at the sight of this famously dour man actually enjoying a joke. A society journalist passing by stared, then made a hasty note.

She responded to his laughter with more of her own. He led her to where the drinks were being served and presented her with a glass of champagne, feeling that, just for once, it was good to be light-hearted. She had the power of making tension vanish, even if only briefly.

The tables for the wedding feast were outside in the sun. The guests were taking their places, preparing for the moment when the newly married couple would appear.