A copy, Cañuela learnt, was to be sent to everyone concerned with his visit to England.
He spoke quickly, but not at the speed he used when he wished to provoke her.
When after two hours he had finished he said,
“I hope you are comfortable, Miss Gray?”
“Very comfortable, thank you, señor.”
“May I commend you on your gown?”
Cañuela glanced down quickly.
She had put on almost without thinking a dress of deep sapphire blue crêpe.
It was one of her mother’s and exquisitely made and it had the little individual touches characteristic of all Mrs. Arlington’s gowns.
“Thank you, señor,” Cañuela said in a low voice.
“It is too soon to ask if you are enjoying yourself,” Ramón de Lopez said. “I will ask you that after we reach Madeira because I have the feeling that it is going to be somewh
