VI + 

Gian-Luca still went to the Free Library, and this surprised the Librarian. “I should think you’d have no time for reading,” he remarked, “now that you’re such a man of business. I should think that you must feel rather bored with books, considering there’s no money in them⁠—” + 

“What has that got to do with it?” inquired Gian-Luca, staring at him in surprise; for at this time he was very much a Latin; he kept two distinct Gian-Lucas, one for beauty, one for business, and so far they had never collided. + 

“I can’t make you out,” said the puzzled Librarian; “it’s so queer that you like books at all.” + 

“Rocca likes music,” Gian-Luca told him, “he goes to the gallery at Covent Garden; Rocca is mad about opera!” + 

“And who is Rocca?” inquired the Librarian. “He sounds very hard, somehow.” + 

“Rocca’s our butcher, he used to be a soldier. When he was a little boy he knew Garibaldi,” said Gian-Luca, defending Rocca. + 

“Ah, well,” smiled the Librarian, “it’s a very large world, there must surely be room for us all⁠—Come and see me some day, I live in Putney; perhaps you could come to tea?” + 

“It would have to be a Sunday,” Gian-Luca told him gravely. “I am very busy all the week⁠—” + 

“That will do; you can come next Sunday at four⁠—I will show you my own special books. What would you like for tea⁠—Chelsea buns? Or do you prefer Swiss roll?” + 

“I prefer Swiss roll, apricot,” said Gian-Luca. + 

“I will tell my wife,” promised the Librarian. + 