“How is the work at the library progressing?”
Helen asked her husband at breakfast a few mornings later.
“Famously,” Armstrong replied, pleased that she had referred to the subject.
“Is it nearly finished?”
“Finished?” Jack laughed indulgently. “You evidently don’t realize what a big thing I have undertaken. I find myself appalled by its possibilities.”
“Indeed.” Uncle Peabody looked up surprised. “Does this mean that you are likely to lengthen your stay in Florence beyond your original plans?”
“No, I think not,” Armstrong replied. “We have been here less than a month now, and I ought to be able to put my material into shape during the two months which remain—especially with the splendid assistance Miss Thayer is giving me. I can add the finishing touches after we return home, if necessary.”
“Will it take as long as that?” asked Helen, her color mounting.
“Surely you are not counting upon me for any such length of time!” exclaimed Inez, almost in the same breath. “My cousins are expecting me to join them in Berlin any day now.”