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"To-day week it shall be," said Tony. "I will send Simmons a wire to
have everything ready, and then we can all motor down in the Rolls
and start straight away."
"And in the meantime," observed Lady Jocelyn, "I think it would be
wiser if you didn't come here at all, Tony. They are sure to keep a
pretty close eye on you, and you might be followed in spite of all
your precautions. I am not nervous, but we don't want to have Isabel
shooting people on the doorstep. It would upset the maids so."
"I expect you're right, Aunt Fanny," said Tony a little sadly, "but
it will be very unpleasant. I have got used to Isabel now, and I
hate changing my habits."
"It will be quite good for you," returned Lady Jocelyn firmly. "You
are so accustomed to having everything you want in life it must
become positively monotonous." She turned to Isabel. "You can
always talk to Tony on the telephone, you know, when you get bored
with an old woman's society."
Isabel smiled. "I don't think I shall wait for that," she said, "or
we might never talk at all."
CHAPTER XV
IMPENDING EVENTS
"There's a letter for you," said Guy, "from Livadia."
Tony walked to his place at the breakfast table and picked up the
missive in question which was propped against the Times beside his
plate.
"It's from Jimmy," he observed tranquilly. "How exciting!"
He opened the envelope and took out the contents--a large sheet of
thin paper covered on both sides with a small neat handwriting.
Sitting down in his chair he spread it out in front of him.
GARAGE ANGLAIS,
PRAÇA D. PORTO.
Portriga.
MY DEAR TONY:
It was very nice and unexpected of you to answer my
letter--especially within three months of your having received it.
You must be getting quite energetic in your old age, or is it only
due to the influence of "the young and beautiful friend who takes a
morbid interest in Livadian politics?" Anyhow, it's comforting to
know that you're still alive, and that you still have young and
beautiful friends. I was half afraid that I was the last of them.
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