"The longer the better," said Winfield. "What a glorious sight! Look at the roll of hill and dale, think of the glory of furze and heather! And the air is like some fabled elixir of life. You must be very happy here, signore."
"As happy as Lucifer when he was cast out of Paradise," said the other calmly.
Winfield looked at him curiously.
"You will have your joke," he laughed.
"I never joke," said the other.
"By the way," went on Winfield, "have you met the guardian angel of this place? You stayed at her home of rest for some time. I am told that she often visits it. Surely you must have seen her?"
"Yes, I have seen her."
"Well, and what is your impression? I knew her slightly, years ago."
"And what do you think of her?"
A shadow passed Winfield's face.