I listened in a sort of apathetic indifference.
"Oh, very well," I said.

I was subconsciously aware that, as far as I was concerned, the determining factor of the situation was the announcement that de Mersch was to be in Paris.

If he had been in his own particular grand duchy I wouldn't have gone after him.

For a moment I thought of the interview as taking place in London.

But Fox--ostensibly, at least--wasn't even aware of de Mersch's visit; spoke of him as being in Paris--in a flat in which he was accustomed to interview the continental financiers who took up so much of his time.
I realised that I wanted to go to Paris because she was there.