“He is well again?”
“Yes, thank you. You are coming back from a drive?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you want to come and have tea with my wife and me?”
“Where?”
“At the Hotel Excelsior. We are staying there. Will you come?” “All right.”
Laura accepted, and they went to the Via Veneto with the Englishman riding beside them.
They went into the hotel and passed through to the “hall” full of people, Marchmont sent word to his wife by a servant, to come down. Laura and Cæsar seated themselves with the Englishman.
“This hotel is unbearable,” exclaimed Marchmont; “there is nothing here but Americans.”
“Your wife, however, must like that,” said Cæsar.