Elizabeth and you had been courting for a few months now...You were a Baron and an accomplished scientist and she was a beautiful, graceful and curious young gentlewoman...But you saw past her looks and money...Her scientist mind intrigued you most of all. Behind those doe eyes lay the same questions about the universe that plagued you.

She liked most that you treated her not only as a thing of beauty but of thing of wit. You read books with her so you two could discuss them, you shoe her your work, You asked you what she thought about philosophy and science as well as taking you out for dinners and dancing.

And now you've truly been let into her heart...She has shown you her deepest passion.

You are a scientist of humans...You care about man's bones and tissue and brains...She is a scientist of a much smaller kind of creature...Those that flit and chirp and flitter...

Butterflies, bees, ants, beetles...She adores them. Captures them like a professional. Sketches them, writes about them...And now she wants you to see them.

"Here..." She coos in her soft lilting voice placing three irdscent scarab beetles on your knee as you sit in her study admiring her work. The little insects idly begin to explore your pants leg. "Aren't they remarkable? They may be my favorites..."