Geoffrey watched him suddenly.
“Thou forsakest me,” he said. “I would like to see it, there.”
“Ask her,” repeated Ciccio. “Then come on bicycle.”
“You’re content to leave me,” muttered Geoffrey.
Ciccio touched his friend on his broad cheek, and smiled at him with affection.
“I don’t leave thee, Gigi. I asked thy advice. You said, Go. But come. Go and ask her, and then come. Come on bicycle, eh? Ask her! Go on! Go and ask her.”
Alvina was surprised to hear a tap at her door, and Gigi’s voice, in his strong foreign accent:
“Mees Houghton, I carry your bag.”
She opened her door in surprise. She was all ready.
“There it is,” she said, smiling at him.