bedroom, saying: "But you do love me, don't you?"

They began with a soup square, which Leonard had just
dissolved in some hot water. It was followed by the
tongue--a freckled cylinder of meat, with a little jelly at
the top, and a great deal of yellow fat at the
bottom--ending with another square dissolved in water
(jelly: pineapple), which Leonard had prepared earlier in
the day. Jacky ate contentedly enough, occasionally looking
at her man with those anxious eyes, to which nothing else in
her appearance corresponded, and which yet seemed to mirror
her soul. And Leonard managed to convince his stomach that
it was having a nourishing meal.

After supper they smoked cigarettes and exchanged a few
statements. She observed that her "likeness" had been
broken. He found occasion to remark, for the second time,
that he had come straight back home after the concert at
Queen's Hall. Presently she sat upon his knee. The
inhabitants of Camelia Road tramped to and fro outside the
window, just on a level with their heads, and the family in
the flat on the ground-floor began to sing, "Hark, my soul,
it is the Lord."

"That tune fairly gives me the hump," said Leonard.

Jacky followed this, and said that, for her part, she
thought it a lovely tune.

"No; I'll play you something lovely. Get up, dear, for