Had he encountered a passerby on his walk to his vehicle, they would have been shocked at the colour of his language. But how could he help but curse! Between her staff, her family and the unfortunate and lost members of Melbourne society that seem to gravitate toward her like moths to a flame, the woman was never alone! How was he meant to take any initiative and progress beyond the meaning-laden glances that aren't quite enough if at any moment they could be stumbled upon or interrupted? Working up the courage in the first place is enough of a difficulty! Of course, he muses, had she an emptier house, not only would she most likely have been killed or maimed by this point, it was highly likely that his evening visits would have progressed significantly further or have ceased entirely. Stopping at his vehicle, he glances back with a rueful smile toward her home. He can't help but imagine a different outcome, but they seem to always encounter bad timing. Perhaps, when the timing is right, her household will be empty. Until then, he can only curse their bad luck and be with her in his dreams alone.