“If I write you a cheque,” Mr. Donaldson said taking a chequebook out of his pocket, “you’ll be able to cash it tomorrow. Could you buy all the clothes you need in three days?”
“Yes, I am sure I could,” Larina agreed.
“That will give me time to make the reservations on the ferry from Dover to Calais and on the trains that will take you first to Rome and then on to Naples.”
“I can hardly believe this is true,” Larina exclaimed.
“I’ll let you know what time I shall be calling for you on Thursday morning,” Mr. Donaldson said. “I have a feeling it will be early.”
“I will not mind that.”
Mr. Donaldson blotted the cheque.
“If there is anything you want to ask me in the meantime,” he said, “you can get in touch with me at this address.”
He made as if to take a card from his pocket and the
