Leslie.
The stirrup cup.
Dunstan Renshaw.
You will think of me in the toils of the Roman furniture and bric-à-brac dealers, won’t you?
Leslie.
Think of you!
Dunstan Renshaw.
I shall fight through the worry of it in a couple of days and then—there will be the first home of our own making. Just imagine when we skip up the stone stairs in the Via Sistina and I throw open the door——
Leslie.