“Train,” said Ciccio.
“Waste so much money?”
Ciccio raised his shoulders slightly.
When breakfast was over, and Alvina had gone to her room, Geoffrey went out into the back yard, where the bicycles stood.
“Cic’,” he said. “I should like to go with thee to Woodhouse. Come on bicycle with me.”
Ciccio shook his head.
“I’m going in train with her,” he said.
Geoffrey darkened with his heavy anger.
“I would like to see how it is, there, chez elle,” he said.
“Ask her,” said Ciccio.