And I murmured, ‘Well?’
The glory of his triumph was upon him. But he understood why my eyes were wet, and his fingers moved soothingly on my shoulder.
‘You won’t come round?’ he asked. ‘Both Villedo and Morenita are dying to meet you.’
I shook my head, smiling.
‘You’re satisfied?’
‘More than satisfied,’ I answered. ‘The thing is wonderful.’
‘I think it’s rather charming,’ he said. ‘By the way, I’ve just had an offer from New York for it, and another from Rome.’
I nodded my appreciation.
‘You don’t want anything?’
‘Nothing, thanks,’ I said, opening the box of bonbons, ‘except these. Thanks so much for thinking of them.’