Lilly did not know: but he was not leaving immediately.
“Good! Then you will come and see us at once....”
Argyle rose once more, and went to make the tea. He shoved a lump of cake—or rather panetone, good currant loaf—through the window, with a knife to cut it.
“Help yourselves to the panetone,” he said. “Eat it up. The tea is coming at once. You'll have to drink it in your glasses, there's only one old cup.”
The Marchese cut the cake, and offered pieces. The two men took and ate.
“So you have already found Mr. Sisson!” said Del Torre to Lilly.
“Ran straight into him in the Via Nazionale,” said Lilly.
“Oh, one always runs into everybody in Florence. We are all already acquainted: also with the flute. That is a great pleasure.”
“So I think.—Does your wife like it, too?”
“Very much, indeed! She is quite eprise. I, too, shall have to learn to play it.”