The shift was subtle. It began with the idle rich’s intimate circumstances being freely discussed with a gentleman’s personal gentleman. Later, those same circumstances were penned as lyrical prose, an intermingling of two distinct voices. Over time, a shimmering act grew less mystifying as the young master became aware of the other breezing past. A black-cuffed wrist would be grasped in excitement and for support. Smiles were shared, one wide, the other lifted a mere fraction of an inch. Later still, touches lingered and entire conversations occurred without words. Relatives fervently denied a change ever happened, but happen it did.