“There is one advantage in your long exile at Mahon,” pursued the hostess inexorably. “It must have been economical. You could not have wanted money there.”
Fitz laughed.
“Hardly so Arcadian as that,” he said.
The Count looked up.
“I suppose,” he said, “that the port where one does not want money is yet to be discovered?”
Mrs. Harrington, sipping her sherry, glanced at the speaker.
“Surely,” she said lightly, “you are talking of what you know absolutely nothing.”
“Pardon me”--without looking up.
Mrs. Harrington laughed.
“Ah,” she said, “we three know too much about you to believe that. Now, what can a lone man like you want with money?”