I explained to him briefly how I had chanced to take possession of my house, and added significantly:
‘But has no message come to you from me?’
He smiled with equal meaning, as he answered:
‘No; an old woman came to speak to a gentleman who is in the village—’
‘Yes, to Constantine Stefanopoulos,’ said I with a nod.
‘Well then, if you will, to the Lord Constantine,’ he admitted with a careless shrug, ‘but her message was for his ear only; he took her aside and they talked alone.’
‘You know what she said, though?’
‘That is between my Lord Constantine and me.’
‘And the young lady knows it, I hope—the Lady Euphrosyne?’