“Subtle! Why?”
“I was just coming to the professional secrets.”
Dion smiled and went off to Beattie. He found her working quietly, almost dreamily, on one of those fairy garments such as he had seen growing towards its minute full size in the serene hands of his Rosamund.
“You too!” he said, looking down at the filmy white. “How good you are to us, Beattie!”
He sat down.
“What’s this in your lap?”
The filmy white had been lifted in the process of sewing, and a little exquisitely bound white book was disclosed beneath it.
“May I look?”
“Yes, do.”
Dion took the book up, and read the title, “The Kasidah of Haji Abdu El-Yezdi.”