“Yes, for a time. My husband raises no objection. In a year I shall send Jimmy to Eton. Lady Ermyntrude is furious, of course, and has tried to stir up my husband. But her influence with him is dead. He’s terribly ashamed at what she made him do.”
“The action?”
“Yes. It was she who made him think me guilty against his real inner conviction. Now, poor man, he realizes that he dragged me through the dirt without reason. He’s ashamed to show his face in the Clubs, and nearly resigned from diplomacy. But he’s a valuable man, and they’ve persuaded him to go to Madrid.”
“Why go back to Constantinople?”
“Merely to show I’m not afraid to and that I won’t be driven from my purpose by false accusations.”
“And you love it, of course.”
“Yes. My flat will be charming, I think. Some day you’ll see it.”
Dion was silent in surprise.
“Don’t you realize that?” she asked, staring at him.
“I think it very improbable that I shall ever go back to Constantinople.”