E. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the
insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. ’
‘That is what you thought of me. It wasn’t
anything splendid, you know. Are you doing okay in that shirt?
You seem uncomfortable. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible. If they become bad it is through inclination, not
necessity. "Do you know what you make me think of?"
"What?"
"As if you had stepped out of some old family album. ”
“I think it is very good of me to come this afternoon. ”
“No, I wanted to talk to you, Lucy, to invite you to a
dinner party. The commissionaire
stood there, tall and imperturbable. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced
towards her languidly.
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