“In Greece?”
“Most probably. I know the isles of Greece very well.”
“Ah, is that a quotation from Byron, or a pointed remark? In other words, is it serious or a chance shot?”
“The latter—I only quoted from ‘Don Juan.’ Why do you ask?”
“Because this Count does come from the isles of Greece. He says he was born in Ithaca.”
“Ah, he is not reticent about himself,” said Crispin dryly. “I will tell you what I think of him when I see him. At present I cannot recall the name precisely, though I fancy I have heard it before. Meanwhile, tell me all you know about him.”
“I am afraid that is but little. He arrived this morning at Roylands, with a letter of introduction to the Rector from the Archdeacon of Eastminster, and came to luncheon at the Rectory. During our conversation, he complained of how badly he was put up at the Royland Arms, and as I knew Carriston would ask him to stay at the Rectory, a thing I know he dislikes doing, as he hates strangers in his house, I took the bull by the horns, and asked Caliphronas to come here for a time. He accepted, and is coming with his traps this evening.”
“Was it only for the sake of taking the burden off Mr. Carriston’s shoulders that you gave your invitation?”
“Not exactly. This Caliphronas is a splendid-looking fellow, and I asked him to sit to me for my statue of Endymion.”
“Oh! is he worthy to be a model?”