His tousled hair shone in the wind in the sun, and his eyes, gazing at Constance seemed incredibly blue. In his view, one of Constantius felt weak in the knees. She cleared her throat: - With regard to your home ... - He gave up with furniture and fully furnished. The key for me with him. - He patted his breast pocket. - It is very handy. I would like to take a look at this house. - Well, it could be arranged. - Where have you been all day? - Prudence asked when Constance, dressed in evening dress, went into her bedroom.