"But you were born in London?"
"Yes."
"Why did you come to Rome?"
"Rome was the home of my people, you know. And then there was my name—Roma!"
"I knew a Roma long ago."
"Really? Another Roma?"
There was a tremor in her voice.
"It was the little daughter of the friend I've spoken about."
"How interest ... No, at the window, please—that will do."
Roma was choking with a sense of duplicity, but save for a turn of the head David Rossi gave no sign.