She said, looking at the door of the parlour fixedly: "You don't think perhaps of staying in England for good ?" The stranger gave her again a silent smile.

He had a kindly mouth and probing eyes.

And he shook his head a little sadly, it seemed.
"My husband will see you through all right.

Meantime for a few days you couldn't do better than take lodgings with Mr Giugliani.

Continental Hotel it's called.