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She was ambivalent about Florence. It would be folly, she reckoned, to deliberately put herself at close quarters with a man whose way of life inspired in her deep revulsion, and she was leaning heavily towards not going. This would be the proverbial relationship ending straw. Then everything changed. Milly called.
“Have you seen Abelard,” Milly asked, agitation adding an extra pitch to his voice? “I need very badly to get hold of him. Please let him know, if you talk with him, that the incident last week was an unfortunate misunderstanding and they would like to do a deal where everybody comes out a winner.”
“Sorry uncle,” forcing an unfelt flippancy to her tone, “I have not seen or spoken with him and don’t expect to until next week when he gets back from I’m not quite sure where. But I will let him know.” Got to run now, love you,” and she hung up. She had sensed disquiet in Milly and he was, indeed, very alarmed that he had lost track of Abelard. Felicity then called to reserve an open ticket to Paris. She would leave in six days, giving her a full day for the drive to Brittany.