'You can't
tell,' she said to me, 'how I long to meet someone to whom I could
show my real self--who would understand me.' I'm going to see her
on Wednesday."
I went with him. My conversation with her was not as confidential
as I had anticipated, owing to there being some eighty other people
present in a room intended for the accommodation of eight; but
after surging round for an hour in hot and aimless misery--as very
young men at such gatherings do, knowing as a rule only the man who
has brought them, and being unable to find him--I contrived to get
a few words with her.
She greeted me with a smile, in the light of which I at once forgot
my past discomfort, and let her fingers rest, with delicious
pressure, for a moment upon mine.
"How good of you to keep your promise," she said. "These people
have been tiring me so. Sit here, and tell me all you have been
doing."
She listened for about ten seconds, and then interrupted me with -
"And that clever friend of yours that you came with. I met him at
dear Lady Lennon's last week. Has HE written anything?"
I explained to her that he had.
"Tell me about it?" she said.
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