“They always say so. But order it, anyhow.”
“I will wear my pearls.”
He did not answer. He was gazing abstractedly into the bottom of his cup. Then he looked at her so long and so fixedly that Caterina wondered.
“Well,” he said at last, looking at his watch, “I must be going.”
He rose, and as usual she followed him. He went right through the house; stopping before his writing-table to take a bulky parcel out of it, which he put into his pocket.
“It makes you look fat,” she said, laughing.
“Never mind.”
He dawdled in his bedroom, as if he were looking for something that he had forgotten. Then he took up his hat and gloves.
“You should take your overcoat with you, the air is biting.”
“You are right; I will take it.”