‘He speaks very fluent Italian—nearly as fluent as yours.’
‘Suppose we change the subject.’
‘Very well,’ she agreed, advancing to the opposite side of the long central table. ‘What shall we talk about?’
‘We haven’t said good morning.’
She dropped him a smiling curtsy. ‘Good morning, Mr. Sybert.’
‘Mr. Sybert! You haven’t changed your mind overnight, have you?’
Her eyes were more reassuring than her speech. ‘N-no.’
‘No what?’
He came around to her side of the table, and faced her with his hands in his jacket pockets.