‘I’ve no doubt you will. By the way, treat the old gentleman kindly. He’s terribly cut up at having to sell. “My dear island,” he writes, “is second to my dead son’s honour, and to nothing else.” His son, you know, Lord Wheatley, was a bad lot, a very bad lot indeed.’ ‘He left a heap of unpaid debts, didn’t he?’ ‘Yes, gambling debts. He spent his time knocking about Paris and London with his cousin Constantine--by no means an improving companion, if report speaks truly. And your money is to pay the debts, you know.’ ‘Poor old chap,’ said I. I sympathised with him in the loss of his island. ‘Here’s the house, you see,’ said Mason, turning to the map and dismissing the sorrows of the old lord of Neopalia. ‘About the middle of the island, nearly a thousand feet above the sea. I’m afraid it’s a tumble-down old place, and will swallow a lot of money without looking much better for the dose. To put it into repair for the reception of the future Lady Wheatley would cost--’ ‘The future Lady Wheatley says she won’t go there on any account,’ I interrupted. ‘But, my very dear lord,’ cried he, aghast, ‘if she won’t--’ ‘She won’t, and there’s an end of it, Mr Mason. Well, good day. I’m to have possession in a month?’ ‘In a month to the very day--on the 7th of May.’ ‘All right; I shall be there to take it.’ Escaping from the legal quarter, I made my way to my sister’s house in Cavendish Square. She had a party, and I was bound to go by brotherly duty. As luck would have it, however, I was rewarded for my virtue (and if that’s not luck in this huddle-muddle world I don’t know what is); the Turkish Ambassador dropped in, and presently James came and took me up to him. My brother-in-law, James Cardew, is always anxious that I should know the right people. The Pasha received me with great kindness. ‘You are the purchaser of Neopalia, aren’t you?’ he asked, after a little conversation. ‘The matter came before me officially.’ ‘I’m much obliged,’ said I, ‘for your ready consent to the transfer.’ ‘Oh, it’s nothing to us. In fact our tribute, such as it is, will be safer. Well, I’m sure I hope you’ll settle in comfortably.’ ‘Oh, I shall be all right. I know the Greeks very well, you see--been there a lot, and, of course, I talk the tongue, because I spent two years hunting antiquities in the Morea and some of the islands.’ The Pasha stroked his beard, as he observed in a calm tone: ‘The last time a Stefanopoulos tried to sell Neopalia, the people killed him, and turned the purchaser--he was a Frenchman, a Baron d’Ezonville--adrift in an open boat, with nothing on but his shirt’. ‘Good heavens! Was that recently?’ ‘No; two hundred years ago. But it’s a conservative part of the world, you know.’ And his Excellency smiled. ‘They were described to me as good-hearted folk,’ said I; ‘unsophisticated, of course, but good-hearted.’