“Why now and then? Why not make it your abiding place?”
“But would you take in the twins, too, and the servants and auntie?”
“I’m afraid that would require a special wing. Impossible.”
“And furthermore ... I must confess to you that Egon Rochlitz and I have come to an agreement. We’re going to be married. That would be one more person.”
Crammon was silent for a while. Then he said irritably:
“I give you my curse. You offer me no alternative.”
With a smile Letitia offered him her cheek.
He kissed her with paternal reserve, and said: “Your skin is as velvety as the skin of an apricot.”