" I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?" Floote raised a tentative hand." Ah, yes, thank you, Floote." " There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize." I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband." " I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you." Alexia couldn't help smiling. " Good point. "