“Not many more times here, eh?” he said, smiling significantly.
“I hope not,” said Alvina.
Ciccio sat down almost like a husband—as if it were his right.
Geoffrey was very quiet this morning. He ate his breakfast, and rose to go.
“I shall see you soon,” he said, smiling sheepishly and bowing to Alvina. Ciccio accompanied him to the street.
When Ciccio returned, Alvina was once more washing dishes.
“What time shall we go?” he said.
“We’ll catch the one train. I must see the lawyer this morning.”
“And what shall you say to him?”
“I shall tell him to sell everything—”