“How did you manage to get out of it?” he asked as they turned towards the hotel.
“I explained that my stomach was upset by the food and the flies and that I should probably be sick all night.”
George laughed.
“I spoke the truth.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you think you ought to see a doctor?”
“It will pass off. You have no stomach trouble yet?”
“No.”
“It will come later. This is a bad place for the stomach when one is not used to it.”
“Miss Kolin,” George said after a while, “what did you really think of Colonel Chrysantos?”
“What can one think of such a man?”