Nan Harper came back from Greece, and I had to break up with her, and then Aunt Justine wanted to speak to me about Shanghai. “It’ll be an adventure for you,” she said from the bed at Bellevue, and I scowled. “I don’t care for the idea of running away.” “My dear one, you are rich. You don’t run away. You go on retreat. You holiday. You take the waters, and when things are better, you return if you wish to do so.”
