She leaned back, closing her eyes and blowing out a thin wisp of smoke. “He was always a good-looking man. Your eyes are from him, the same blue, but you are slimmer of build and have your grandmother’s exotic face rather than his rounder, friendly one. He was a bit of a bounder, as men of his looks are apt to be.” I grinned at this, adding to my mental picture. “He married as often as…” she blinked, laughed, “well, as often as I did, I suppose, though my reasons were infinitely better.