“Is that another warning?” Philip asked.
“Perhaps.”
“Anyway, you think Petronius is good?”
She nodded her head emphatically.
“Come, you shall give a judgment on Aristophanes. I commend him to you in the same series of French translations.”
“I think Lysistrata is simply splendid,” Sylvia said, a week or so later. “And I like the Thesmos-something and the Eck-something.”
“I thought you might,” Philip laughed. “But don’t quote from them when my millionaire tenant comes to tea.”
“Don’t be always harping upon the dangers of my conversation,” she exhorted.
“Mayn’t I even tease you?” Philip asked, in mock humility.
“I don’t mind being teased, but it isn’t teasing. It’s serious.”