She
lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry
sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she
imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s
Park. Shari’s married and got two kids on her, a boy and a girl,
twins, no less. He heard me;
but he never came in to ask what was the matter. You have to marry me. Their doors stood open, and placards with big letters indicated the
section assigned to each. Sydney was watching her eagerly. They don’t catch on to discursive interests, you see,
because they are more serious, they are concentrated on the central reality of life,
and a little impatient of its—its outer aspects. Yet in some
hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life
he was now unexpectedly aware. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. You get this
queer irascible musician quite impossibly and unfortunately in love with a
wealthy patroness, and then out of his brain comes THIS, a tapestry of glorious
music, setting out love to lovers, lovers who love in spite of all that is wise and
respectable and right. “Thank you, ma’am. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. "Could you get any of the music last night?"
"Yes.
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