A Tale of Two Choices
"Greetings young sir," the man said in a heavy Italian accent. "I am Count Alfredo of Genoa," and he kissed Edmund twice on each cheek.
"I say, do you mind?" said Edmund, stepping back. "How frightfully un English. How do you know me? I don't remember inviting you"
Count Alfredo cleared his throat and replied,
"I am an acquaintance of your father. Many years ago he stayed with me when he was on the Grand Tour round the palaces of Europe. Oh, I could tell you a story or two about your father. But now is not the time. He did make me a promise though, in return for a gift of gold. He promised that when his second born reached the age of Twenty one..."
"I say, do you mind?" said Edmund, stepping back. "How frightfully un English. How do you know me? I don't remember inviting you"
Count Alfredo cleared his throat and replied,
"I am an acquaintance of your father. Many years ago he stayed with me when he was on the Grand Tour round the palaces of Europe. Oh, I could tell you a story or two about your father. But now is not the time. He did make me a promise though, in return for a gift of gold. He promised that when his second born reached the age of Twenty one..."