"Yes?"
"If you are ever in trouble—if you ever want me, send for me. Address Treviso, and it will always find me."
Kitty made no reply. They had reached a bridge over a side canal, and she stopped, leaning on the parapet.
"Did you hear what I said?" asked her companion.
"Yes. I'll remember. I suppose you think it your duty. What do you do with yourself?"
"I have two orphan children I bring up. And there is my lace-school. It doesn't get on much; but it occupies me."
"Are you a Catholic?"
"Yes."
"Wish I was!" said Kitty. She hung over the marble balustrade in silence, looking at the crescent moon that was just peering over the eastern palaces of the canal. "My husband is in politics, you know. He's Home Secretary."
"Yes, I heard. Do you help him?"