‘It is,’ said he, ‘from our Ambassador in London. I think you know him.’
‘Slightly.’
‘Precisely.’
‘Well?’
‘He asks how you are getting on in Neopalia, or whether I have any news of you.’
‘You’ll be able to answer him now.’
‘Yes, yes, with great satisfaction. And he will be able to answer some inquiries which he has had.’
I knew what was coming now. Mouraki beamed pleasure. I set my face. At Phroso, who stood near all this while in silence, I dared not look.
‘From a certain lady who is most anxious about you.’