In which the effulgent sweetness of San Salvatore’s air and blooms kindles a gentle discord as Mrs. Fisher stakes a solitary claim to a sitting-room, while Lotty Wilkins, transformed by the place’s rare enchantment, casts aside former resentments and contemplates invitations to those left behind at home. Amid these shifts, quiet yearnings and tender upheavals mingle, with Rose Arbuthnot grappling with the delicate balance between the hope for renewal and the shadow of absent love.