As Athanasia whirled away with a handsome young man, Emilios took another glass of wine from a tray. He had no intention to dance with anyone but his sister; nor did he wish to watch the happy couples enjoying themselves on the dance floor. And so he went to the art room to peruse the paintings on display. As an art collector and patron, he was interested in local talent. Maybe the next famous painter lived in Whitby. He walked from one to the other, his hands clasped behind his back, studying each one thoughtfully.