"You mean you still hope...." his friend began.
"I daren't even hope yet ... but all my life I'll do penance for having said that an artist must be free."
They had reached the inn at Amalfi, where letters might be waiting for them.
Guy read aloud one which had arrived from Maurice Avery.
422 GROSVENOR ROAD,
WESTMINSTER.
My dear Guy,
I settled up everything for you at Plashers Mead. Rather a jolly place. I nearly took it on myself. I'm getting quite used to settling up other people's affairs since you and Michael have made me your executor. Good luck to you in Macedonia.
Last night I went to the Orient Ballet and met a perfectly delightful girl. If there is such a thing as love at first sight, I am in love. Jenny Pearl she is called. Forgive this apparently casual enthusiasm, but you two cynics will be able to tear me to pieces to your satisfaction. I offer my heart for your bitter mirth to embalm.
Yours ever
M. A.
Your dog is at Godalming with my people. My sisters talk of nothing else.