The Happy Foreigner by Enid Bagnold
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added: "But I oughtn't to keep you?"
"I want to stay, too." The frill flowed on with the beat of the Cathedral clock, and came to an end. "Now I must go. It's supper--supper in the garage." He walked with her almost in silence down the Cathedral steps and to the door of the house in the dark street by the river. "You do say good-bye so curiously," he remarked, "so suddenly. Perhaps it's English." "Perhaps it is," she agreed, disappearing into the house. "What have you got there?" said her companions in the lighted room upstairs. "My dress for the dance." But she did not open the parcel to show them the charmed frills. ("How is it they don't know that I left him in the street below?") She looked at the seven travellers who met each night round the table for dinner, overcome with the mystery of those uncommunicating, shrouded heads. "What have they all been doing?" "Has every one had runs?" "Yes, every one has been out. What have you been doing?" |
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