“I can only think of one who at all answers to your description.”
“The one of whom I was thinking.”
“Lady Holme?”
“Of course.”
“Don’t you think she would be dreadfully bored in Casa Felice?”
“Horribly, horribly. Unless—”
“Unless?”
“Who knows what? But there’s very often an unless hanging about, like a man at a street corner, that—” He broke off, then added abruptly, “Invite me to Casa Felice some day.”
“I do.”
“When will you be going there?”