“In spite of the worries, you have benefited by the change. You have come back a different man.”
“In what way?”
“I can’t define it.”
“Try.”
A quick glance met earnest questioning in his eyes. She looked down and daintily plucked at the sunshade across her lap.
“I should say you had come back more human.”
Quixtus’s eyelids flickered. Clementina had used the same word. Was there then an obvious transformation from Quixtus furens to Quixtus sane?
He remembered the child’s kiss. “Perhaps it’s my new responsibilities,” he said with a smile.
“I should so much like to see her. I wonder if I ever shall,” said Mrs. Fontaine.
“She is coming here to lunch with Miss Wing,” replied Quixtus, eager now that his good friends should know and appreciate each other. “Won’t Lady Louisa and yourself join us?”