I may be old, but I’m not blind. I know what he meant to you. Now, I suggest you go to your room and compose yourself. And remember… at the funeral the chief mourners will be his mother and his fiancée.
Drummond, I have been thinking about our interrupted dinner. Whether it could be revived. I understand I have no right to determine your future, but I think it would be a shame if you never tasted the oysters at Ciros. I will be there this evening. Yours, Alfred.