“Keep your eye on me and you'll learn all the arts of modesty,” I assured him. “And especially you will learn how to disarm suspicion when you are accused of wit.”
In a shaded walk of the Pincio Gardens he asked, “Is Gwendolyn looking well?”
“She's more beautiful than ever, and very well,” I said. “She will be disappointed when she finds you here.”
He stopped and faced me with a look of surprise, and asked:
“Do you think so?”
“I am sure of it, because she had planned to meet you with proper ceremony at the station and take you off to a real Roman luncheon. I am glad that you have come, for I have worked hard as your attorney and need a rest. I have had some fun with it, but I am delighted to turn the case over to you.”
He did not need a chart to understand me, for he said:
“You must tell me what progress you have made with it.”
“Well, I suppose you have read of the Count Carola.”
“Yes, and so has every one who knows Gwendolyn.”