"Like London," said Alice, smiling.
But Mr. Dainopoulos had been living on a somewhat higher scale in London and he had not noticed the dirt so much. Moreover, he could always get the food he wanted in London.
"Well, where?" insisted Alice, humouring him.
"There's plenty places," he said soberly, rather faint as he compared their present surroundings with that dream-villa by the blue sea. "Too soon yet to be sure we get there. I got a lot of business to finish up first. And we're all right here for a while. You're not lonesome, darling?"
"Oh, no! You saw Evanthia here to-night?"
"Yes, I saw her, but she didn't tell me anything."
"He's gone away, with the consuls."
Mr. Dainopoulos gave a low whistle.
"I never thought about that. What'll she do now? That's bad for her, though."
"She wants to follow him but I don't think she can. I believe she heard he'll go to Constantinople. She said she'd do anything to get there."