I started to turn away under the trees, then came back. 'If you're going to Nola-no; it's nothing.'
'Don't be so irritating! What?'
Nola was famous for its bronze. My mother expected a present from Campania so had tactfully suggested what to get. I told Helena. The Senator's elegant daughter gave me a cool look.
'I'll see what I can do. Goodbye, Falco!'
Larius and I sat under the olive trees while I counted off the time for a tall girl, striding furiously, to storm up past the terrace and the riding range, then back into the house.
'Are you seeing her again?' my nephew quizzed.
'Sort of.'
'Assignation?'
'I've sent her out to buy something.'
'What?' Suspicion was already darkening his romantic soul as he guessed I had done something outrageous.
'A bronze bucket,' I confessed.