"Perhaps because I have lived in Naxos and Tenedos."
"I see."
"No, you don't," said Thusis, smiling.
We sat for a while in silence watching the foaming current swerving my line. But no fish moved it.
"They must be pretty—those Greek islands," said I vaguely.
"Do you know their history?"
"No."
"Would you like to hear it?"
"Whatever you say I like to hear," I replied, beginning to ooze sentiment as well as rain.
"You annoy me," said Thusis. "Listen sensibly, if you wish me to tell you about those islands."