Before leaving for New York and home, I said goodbye to Theresa and to the Eliot circle. With her I remained in contact for years. So did my sister - who met her a little later - until, as age dimmed her memory, she seemed to compound us both and sent to Esther regular Christmas greetings right into her nineties. The last full letter she wrote me, conveying congratulations on my appointment to a professorship at the University of Nice, concluded: 'I remember your visits here with joy'. She was a rare and radiant spirit, and she was ageless. One could easily have fallen in love with her, had not one found another American taking precedence.