“And you have nothing to gain now?”
“No. I paid a visit to England—out of curiosity,” said Caliphronas, hesitating over the last words. “I met there my dear old friend Creespeen, and also yourself. Both of you are returning with me to the land I love—so, what with your company and my home-coming, I have absolutely nothing to wish for.”
“So you are that rara avis, a thoroughly satisfied man?”
“I suppose so,” replied Caliphronas coolly. “No—stay—I do desire one thing which I hope to obtain.”
“I can guess what that one thing is.”
“Indeed! pray tell me.”
“Well, it is not your mythical Fanariot at Constantinople.”
“Mythical?”
“Yes. Oh, don’t be angry, Count Caliphronas! I now know the reason you were so angry over that photograph.”
“If you do,” said the Greek, restraining himself with difficulty, “you will know how to act wisely.”