Lee, from the heading of a letter,
could not build the proportions of a Casa Vivienda. Well, there would
be a hotel at Cobra! That answered his doubts--Savina and he would go
to Cobra and there communicate with Daniel. It would be easy to talk
privately with him. Lee didn't want his approval, but only his careful
opinions and reasonable assistance.
He, Lee, would not produce Savina with the triumphant indication that
her resistless charm explained everything. He was no such fatuous fool!
But, studying her, he got a solid assurance from the superiority of her
person. Daniel would see at once that this wasn't the usual flight
south of an indulgence headed for paresis. Savina, his entire affair,
demanded a dignified reception. They were seated in the patio of the
hotel, by a pool and the heroic bronze statue of a dancing girl in a
manton; on the table between them was, at that hour, the inevitable
small pitcher of Daiquiri cocktails. He told Savina what had been in
his thoughts, and she nodded her approval:
"I agree that we ought to see your brother, and, through him,
communicate with New York. At present things are much too uncertain. If
William, or your wife, were different they could have us held on a very
unpleasant-sounding charge. I know you detest conventions, but I must
say I am glad other people live by them; it makes it so comfortable for
us.
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