The British Are Coming

"Really, Elvira! This is a most unprofitableconversation. I can't understand why your mind dwells on suchthings."
　　"Oh. Just ideas. One wants to know what the factsreally are."
　　"You're not thinkingof the Mafia – or something like that?"
　　"Oh no. That would be silly. Who would get mymoney if I was married?"
　　"Your husband, I suppose. But really –”
　　"Are you sure of that?"
　　"No, I'm not in theleast sure. It depends on the wording of the Trust. But you'renot married, so why worry?"
　　Elvira did not reply. She seemed lost in thought.Finally she came out of her trance and asked:
　　"Do you ever see my mother?"
　　"Sometimes. Not very often."
　　"Where is she now?"
　　"Oh – abroad."
　　"Where abroad?"
　　"France – Portugal. Idon't really know."
　　"Does she ever want to see me?"
　　Her limpid gaze met his. He didn't know what to reply. Was this a moment for truth? Or for vagueness? Or for agood thumping lie? What could you say to a girl who asked a question of such simplicit