“Shall you only depend upon that?” asked Mrs. Prest. “Aren’t you coming to look me?” “Oh, you may have left Venice, for the brand new months, prolonged earlier than there are any results. I am organized to roast all summer time—in addition to hereafter, in all likelihood you’ll say! Meanwhile, John Cumnor will bombard me with letters addressed, in my feigned name, to the care of the padrona.”
