"At what time are we going to the races?" she asked, remembering the business that had brought her to his room.
"In about an hour," he answered, looking up from a memorandum-book in which he was setting down certain figures with a pencil.
"You are coming with us, aren't you?"
"Yes. And yet—we shall look like a Noah's ark. Perhaps I'd better go with Giulio on the four-in-hand."
"No, no; come with us. When we are there you can go where you like."
"Naturally," he said, making another entry in his note-book.
She looked at him with shining eyes; but he continued his calculations, and paid her no attention. Only presently he asked:
"Aren't you going to dress?"
"Yes, yes," she answered softly.
And slowly she went away.