"Only in sleeping."
"You make me quite curious to see her," cried Alizon smiling. "And if--well, I won't promise anything about what I intended yet."
"What did you intend?" asked her husband.
"To have a small dinner party, and give Mr. Macjean a real English dinner, but I'll first see how I like this extraordinary couple, and then--well, we'll see."
"It would be awfully jolly," said Otterburn, whose stock of adjectives was limited.
"I know it's 'awfully' late," remarked Eustace, in a tone of rebuke, "and we have just time to get back to dinner."
"To what they call a dinner."
"It's better than nothing at all events--well, goodbye, Lady Errington; thank you for a pleasant afternoon."
"Don't forget your way to the Villa Tagni," said Alizon as she shook hands, and the two gentlemen, having vowed warmly that they would not, made their adieux, leaving Sir Guy and his wife alone on the terrace.
"Well, Alizon," said Errington, jocularly, "and what do you think of my cousin, Eustace?"