“As soon as the London season is over. Some time in August. Will you come then?”
“The house is ready for you?”
“It will be. The necessary repairs will be begun now. I have bought it furnished.”
“The lovers’ furniture?”
“Yes. I shall add a number of my own things, picked up on my wanderings.”
“I’ll come in August if you’ll have me. But I’ll give you the season to think whether you’ll have me or whether you won’t. I’m a horrible bore in a house—the lazy man who does nothing and knows a lot. Casa Felice—Casa Felice. You won’t alter the name?”
“Would you advise me to?”
“I don’t know. To keep it is to tempt the wrath of the gods, but I should keep it.”
He poured out another whisky-and-soda and suddenly began to curse Miss Schley.
Sir Donald had spoken to her after Mrs. Wolfstein’s lunch.