Antony lifted his shoulders in the merest suspicion of a shrug.
“London first,” he responded. “After that—well, it’s on the knees of the gods.”
“Are you likely to stay in England long?” she asked. And then she added quickly, “You don’t think the question an impertinence, I hope.”
“Why should I?” he answered smiling. “But I really don’t know yet myself. It will depend on various things.”
There was a little silence.
“In any case, I shall see you before I leave England again, if I may,” he said. “That is, if I do leave.”
The Duchessa was still looking at the water.
“I hope you will,” she replied. And then she turned towards him. “I don’t want our friendship to end completely with the voyage.”
Antony’s heart gave a little leap.
“It—it really is a friendship?” he asked.