“Who knows!—seems so.”
“I’d like to go back.”
“Eh alors!” Ciccio half veered round.
“Wait for me a few days,” said Geoffrey.
“Where?”
“See you tomorrow in Knarborough. Go to Mrs. Pym’s, 6 Hampden Street. Gittiventi is there. Right, eh?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Eleven o’clock, eh?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Friends ever—Ciccio—eh?” Geoffrey held out his hand.