‘Delfinia, of course. How nice to see you again.’ Her resemblance to her mother was suddenly apparent.
There was no recognition on her face. She gave an almost imperceptible curtsy that took him by surprise, though her eyes still held his.
‘We have met before?’ she said with an uncertainty that made her look very young.
Nikolas realised that on his last visit, ten years earlier, Delfinia would have been perhaps eight years old. He had returned briefly from Athens to join his family for Lucy’s funeral. He remembered Delfinia as a bewildered child at pains even then to take care of her father who was wretched with grief. He hadn’t stayed on after the funeral and took the opportunity of an increased ferry service, due to the number of attendants, to return to Athens.
‘A long time ago,’ he
