"Indeed he's not," cried Viola; "he's very ex*traordinary—*most gifted," she added complacently.
Teddy continued to stare at Fiammetta.
"You haven't told me," he continued.
"Told you what?"
"—where he is."
"He's in London, if you mean my daddie."
"Must he stay there?"
"Of course not, if he doesn't want to."
"Then why doesn't he come here with you?"
"Because he's in London, I tell you."