He called it the House of Peace." "My father built a house very much in the same spirit," Naida told them.
"He called it after an old Turkish inscription, engraven on the front of a villa in Stamboul--'The House of Thought and Flowers.'" Maggie smiled across the table approvingly.
"I like the conversation," she said.

"Naida and I are, after all, women and sentimentalists.

We claim a respite, an armistice--call it what you will.

Prince Karschoff, won't you tell me of the most beautiful house you ever dwelt in ?" "Always the house I am hoping to end my days in," he answered.

"But let me tell you about a villa I had in Cannes, fifteen years ago.