“I don’t encourage the honey.”
Kate came in flushed one day to the little corner table they frequented in one of Lyons’s shops. It was an unusual thing for Kate to be flushed, or to show excitement. Something had happened.
“Great news?”
Her eyes shone.
“I’ve got it at last.”
“Your travelling berth?”
“Yes. A serious-minded young widow wants a travelling companion, secretary, etc. Rage for cosmopolitan colour, pictures and peoples. We begin with Egypt, go on to the Holy Land, Damascus, Constantinople. Then back to the South of France, do Provence and the towns and châteaux, wander down to Italy and Sicily, and just deign to remember the Tyrol and Germany on the way home. It’s gorgeous!”
Eve flushed too.
“Kate, I am glad.”
“My languages did it! She can speak French, but no German or Italian. And the pay’s first-class. I always wanted to specialise in this sort of vagabondage.”