“Doing something for you. I told an acquaintance of mine called Vane, who is attached to the British Embassy, that you were here.”
A fierce flush came into Dion’s face.
“I said you would probably come out to Buyukderer,” she continued, “and that I wanted to bring you to the summer Embassy and to introduce you to the Ambassador and Lady Ingleton.”
Dion sat up and pressed his hands palm downwards on the ground.
“I shall not go. How could you say that I was here? You know I had dropped my own name.”
“I gave it back to you deliberately.”
“I think that was very brutal of you,” he said, in a low voice, tense with anger.
“You wanted to be very kind to me when I was in great difficulties. Circumstances got rather in the way. That doesn’t matter. The intention was there, though you were too chivalrous to go very far in action.”
“Chivalrous to whom?”
“To her.”