He would often bring to mind the very moment when he knew he was in love with his third wife-to-be.  She was sitting on the front edge of a chair, to the side of a piano, in a lush hotel lobby, waiting — calmly waiting, and yet at the ready.  He had then run to her, to all her waiting, up to her and then beside her, and said to her while still in motion, How truly delightful life is in this world to let me live it with you.  The words too had run up to her.  When he had caught up to them, it dawned on him that he had just offered up a proposal — spoken at the very instant he had felt his feelings for her to be love.​  He had been lost in the making of a decision, and found his way only in a moment’s spontaneity.