“No.”
“He ought to come.”
“I have told him so.”
“Ah? Is he coming?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Persuade him to. I have a pride in my garden—oh, you have no idea what a pride! Any neglect of it, any indifference about it rasps me, plays upon the raw nerve each one of us possesses.”
He spoke smilingly. She did not know what he was feeling, whether the remote thinker or the imp within him was at work or play.
“I doubt if he is a man to be easily persuaded,” she said.
“Perhaps not—persuade him.”
After a moment Domini said: