“I believe so,” Jacob answered. “I hope you won’t find me very stupid.”
She smiled up into his face.
“You don’t look as though you would be. I am Sybil’s partner, Grace Powers. I saw you at the Milan the other day, didn’t I? Are you in a great hurry to start, or would you like to sit and talk for a few minutes?”
Jacob accepted the chair to which she pointed, and a cigarette.
“You find it tiring giving these lessons?” he enquired politely.
“Sometimes,” she admitted. “I have just had such a stupid boy. He will never learn anything, and he is such a nuisance.”
“I hope you won’t have to find fault with me,” Jacob observed.
She smiled.
“Not in the same way, at any rate.”