afraid I donât know your name,â Peter said, introducing me. I told him.
âOh yes,â Freddie said. âWerenât you in the Regiment?â
âYes,â I said.
âI thought I remembered you.â
âIâm afraid I left it,â I said.
âOh yes,â he said. He looked away. Peter was introducing the others to Marius. Marius stood up and shook hands. The prancing man was poised beside him with his head on one side, and the girl was approaching like a one-man band. Peter was doing some joke about introducing Marius as a cardinal.
âYou have been in England long?â the prancing man said. He spoke meticulously, as if to a foreigner.
âYes,â Marius said.
âYou have come over to . . . ?â
âTo . . . ?â
âI thought . . . â
âNo,â Marius said.
âOh.â The girl was staring at Marius open-mouthed. Above her head two feathers swayed like wireless-masts, and her earrings clashed faintly like cymbals. Peter began to sing, âTa-ra-ra-boom-de-ay.â
Freddie advanced impatiently upon Annabelle. âWhy donât you come out with us?â he said. âWe were going to have some dinner. Why donât you?â
âI canât.â Annabelle said.
He caught hold of her arm in an awkward, lurching way, and she stood turned away from him while he held her. âWhy not?â he said. âCome along. Donât letâs have any nonsense.â He pulled her arm and Annabelle swayed, letting her arm go, but her feet did not move. He looked stiff and ugly beside her.
âShe doesnât want to.â Peter called out. âShe hates your guts, Freddie, she hates your guts.â
Freddie laughed. He gave another pull at Annabelleâs arm and she overbalanced, crossing her feet to steady herself. I could not see her face. The prancing man was standing in front of Marius and Marius was looking over his shiny oiled head towards Peter. âI donât know about that,â Freddie said in his thick, throttled voice, âbut sheâs going to have dinner with us, arenât you?â He squeezed her arm and I could see how he wanted to hurt her.
âYouâre a sadist, Freddie,â Peter called. âHas anyone ever told you youâre a sadist?â
âOh are you?â the prancing man said brightly.
The smart girl swung round and caught him on the hip with her drum. The she went writhing up to Freddie. âWhy should she come?â she said. âWhy should the poor thing come if she doesnât want to?â She stood with her soft powdered face stretched loudly up towards Freddieâs. Freddie did not look at her. Annabelle swayed on one leg with her head down, and Freddieâs starched white cuff showed up against her skin like a bandage.
âWhy donât you go to a girlâs school?â Peter called. âWhy donât you pinch Nancy, sheâs longing for it.â Nancy became convulsed with giggles, clutching her drum to her middle.
âCome along,â Freddie said, furiously.
âIf you pinch Nancy,â Peter said, âsheâll make a noise like a hunting-horn.â
Freddie took a step towards Annabelle so that she straightened out on her feet. âWell what are you going to do to-night?â he said. âWhat else are you doing?â
âIâm having dinner,â Annabelle said. She stood miserably.
âOh,â Freddie said. He let go of her. She stood where she was. Freddie walked over to Peter. âLetâs have your drinks then,â he said. âWhere are they?â
âNo drinks,â Peter said. âOnly lettuces.â
âOn the wagon?â Freddie sneered.
âNo, theyâve arrived,â Peter said. He began to laugh uncontrollably.
Nancy was plucking at the prancing manâs sleeve. âWeâd better go,â she said. âDonât letâs stay if Annabelle
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