“So he had a great deal to fasten on the woman who has cast him out. Just now, like the coffin of Mohammed, he’s suspended. That’s the impression I get from him.”
“Do you want to bring him down to earth?”
“All he’s known and cared for in life has failed him. He was traveling under an assumed name even, for fear people should point him out as the man who killed his own son. All that sort of thing is no use. I gave his secret away deliberately to young Vane, and asked him to speak to the Ambassador. And now I’ve come to you. I want you to have him here once or twice and be nice to him. Then I can see something of him, poor fellow, and do something for him.”
A faint smile curved Lady Ingleton’s sensitive lips.
“Of course. Then he’s coming to the Bosporus?”
“He’ll probably spend some time at Buyukderer. He must face his fate and take up life again.”
“He doesn’t intend to do what his wife has done?”
Lady Ingleton was still smiling faintly.
“I should say his experience rather inclines him to take an opposite direction.”
“Is he good-looking?”