The two had met little: it seemed as though Belinda was avoiding her sometime swain.
Naturally enough, the latter’s thoughts were turning towards Biarritz and Les Iles d’Or. He decided, however, that the lady must make the first move.
One morning a letter arrived.
July 7th.
Dear Ivan,
If it’s convenient to you, I propose going to Les Iles d’Or for a few days next week. Let me know when you want to come, and I’ll clear out.
Yours,
Belinda.
A reply went pelting.
July 8th.