He turned out to be a complete banjo playing cad! Soon after that photo was taken, he ran off with Maria's thrice removed cousin- Princess Consuela Banana Hammock. A harlot blonde who massaged peasants for money. It was quite the scandal.
Poor Maria was inconsolable. She fainted on to a chaise longue and has remained there to this day. She refused all food except prawn cocktail crisps and copious amounts of weak tea.
We all tried to chivvy her up but to no avail. I generously serenaded her with "total eclipse of the heart" on the pianoforte and then realising the gravity of the situation was far more serious than I first thought, I fetched my father's harpsichord and played her "Jolene". I thought it would be a balm to her soul.
Strangely, my playing seemed to make her even sadder (and a bit tetchy) and she winced a bit. I suspect the dear one was simply overwhelmed with the beauty of my music. It is a heavy burden to bear when one is so gifted, as you well know with your love of crocheting miniature vegetables.