They waited for that day of the week when the captivating Mrs X would gather them.
Exquisite delicacies, refreshments, music and conversations were fused together
in splendid quermesses where in a moment, the guests forgot almost everything.
It was never known where or when this occurred. All that was left was a recipe book
by X with the statement:
"There is no other trick but the honest reproduction to conquer the epiphany of ecstasy"