Daff was married.

Noble could not know this for sure, but they were well into the evening now, and there had never been any signs that the wedding wouldn't happen. Mrs. Daffodil Grimstone. He wasn't in love with her anymore, but he also wasn't over her — and the thought of her marrying someone else rankled. There were too many people in his house, always, so he fled to the garden with a tea mug full of wine, and was leaning against the fence. He decided to people watch when he drank the wine from the mug.

The people watching lasted in silence until he saw a familiar-looking blonde woman walking by. "Miss Hunniford," Noble said, mild — if she wasn't going to stop, he would not stop her.