Chapter FourteenYiannis was thoroughly immersed in a fascinating book on the history of Egypt when there was a brief knock on the drawing room door. It heralded the entrance of Fungy, who stopped abruptly just inside the threshold.
“You’re not dressed!” Fungy said as if accusing him of the worst crime.
Yiannis looked down at his comfortable trousers and, he had to admit, one of his more simple waistcoats. He had shed his coat some time ago.
“Let me correct myself. You are not dressed for the evening,” Fungy said coming into the room.
“No. I didn’t see the point of attending another party only to later be told that I am either untrustworthy or that what I am doing is of no consequence and dismissed.” Yiannis did his best to emulate his friend’s ennui when he said this, but he wasn’t too
