“Splendid.”
They had taken three steps when she stopped again and faced him. “Why do you have to take this little Turk to Athens?” she demanded. “Tell him that you cannot go. If you were polite you would do that.”
“And take you? Is that the idea?”
“If you asked me, I would go with you. I am bored with this ship and I like to speak English.”
“I’m afraid that Mr. Kuvetli might not think it so polite.”
“If you liked me it would not matter to you about Mr. Kuvetli.” She shrugged. “But I understand. It does not matter. I think that you are very unkind, but it does not matter. I am bored.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yes, you are sorry. That is all right. But I am still bored. Let us walk.” And then, as they began to walk: “José thinks that you are indiscreet.”
“Does he? Why?”
“That old German you talked to. How do you know that he is not a spy?”