Mr. Biller showed us one villa after another in a wide variety of colors, sizes, and locations, and Mother shook her head negatively. When we finally inspected the tenth and last villa on Mr. Biller's list and Mother disapproved of it as well, Mr. Biller sat on the steps and wiped his face with his handkerchief.
"Mrs. Durrell," he said, "I have shown you all the houses I know and you didn't like any of them. What kind of house are you looking for, madam? What is wrong with these houses?" Mother looked at him in surprise.
"Didn't you notice?" she asked. "Not a single one had a proper bathroom, with a bathtub."
Mr. Biller's eyes widened. "But, madam," he lamented in agony, "why do you need a bathtub? You have the sea!"
We returned to the hotel in silence.

The book that enchanted the English-speaking audience, now in Greek.