“P. S. I’m awfully sorry not to bring Jerry; I know you’d adore him.”
She returned the letter to its envelope and looked up.
“Now isn’t that abominable?” she demanded.
“Abominable!” Miss Hazel was scandalized. “My dear, I think it’s delightful.”
“Oh, yes—I mean about Jerry Junior; I’ve been trying for six years to get hold of that man.”
Tony behind them made a sudden movement that let out nearly a yard of rope, and the Farfalla listed heavily to starboard.
“Tony!” Constance threw over her shoulder. “Don’t you know enough to sit still when you are holding the sheet?”
“Scusi,” he murmured. The sulky look had vanished from his face; he wore an expression of alert attention.
“Of course we shall have them at the villa,” said Miss Hazel. “And we shall have to get some new dishes. Elizabetta has already broken so many plates that she has to stop and wash them between courses.”
Constance looked dreamily across the lake; she appeared to be thinking. “I wonder,” she inquired finally, “if Jerry Junior knew we were here in Valedolmo?”