“Do sit still. What is it, then? Whatever it is, tell me quietly.”
He yielded to her soft but very imperative touch, and sat back in his chair.
“Now, what is it?”
“I’m sure you know. It’s Jimmy.”
She lowered her eyelids, and her pale forehead puckered.
“Jimmy! What about Jimmy?”
“I don’t want to be at Buyukderer while he’s with you.”
“And you have rowed all the way from Buyukderer to Constantinople, without even a brush and comb, to tell me that!”
“I told you at Buyukderer.”
“And we decided that it would be much jollier for Jimmy to have you there for his holidays. I depend upon you to make things tolerable for Jimmy. You know how few people there are near us who would trouble themselves about a boy. You will be my stand-by with Jimmy all through his holidays.”