And I wouldn't go and have tea with that little hussy,
if I were you. She'll burn the good old-fashioned principles out of
you, if anything could."
"Not later than five, please," Nora called out. "You shall have
muffins, if I can get them."
"She's got her eye on you," the old lady chuckled. "Most dangerous
child in London, they all tell me. You're warned, Andrew."
He smiled as he raised her fingers to his lips.
"Is my danger political or otherwise?" he whispered.
"Otherwise, I should think," was the prompt retort. "You are too
British to change our politics, but thank goodness infidelity is one of
the cosmopolitan virtues. You were never the man to marry a
plaster-cast type of wife, Andrew, for all her millions. I could have
done better for you than that. What's this they are telling me about
Tony Palliser?"
Tallente stiffened a little.
"A good many people seem to be talking about Tony Palliser," he
observed.
"You shouldn't have let your wife make such an idiot of herself with
him--lunching and dining and theatring all the time. And now they say
he has disappeared.
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