things that annoys me about Anna. Itâs what youâd call a beautiful voice if it belonged to an actress spouting high falutinâ blank verse stuff in a stage garden under a stage moon; in the family circle itâs a bit too much of a good thing, and has always made me want to throw something at her.
I said, âOf course I know you. How do you do?â And Iâm afraid I didnât say it very nicely. I donât know why some people always rub you up, but there it is.
When I said that, she laughed. She has the sort of laugh that is called âmellowâ and âliquidâ in novels. Personally I hate it. When she had laughed, she said,
âI donât do very well, and Iâm afraid you donât either. Donât you think we might have something to say to each other?â
I didnât honestly feel that I had anything to say to her. I said soâpolitely of course. I put it that I hadnât exactly been making history, and that I wasnât going to bore any one with my horribly dull career.
She laughed again.
âYou neednât be polite. It doesnât really suit you. Iâve come here because I want to talk to you. Will you give me ten minutes of your time?â
I couldnât say no to that.
âWell, letâs sit down,â she said. âOne can conduct an interview standing, but one canât talk. I want to talk.â
She stepped over the threshold and sat down on the step that ran the width of the door. I sat down too, in the opposite corner. I watched her unwind the black veil and throw it back. She did this very deliberately. Then she reached up behind her and turned the lantern so that the light shone straight between us and I could see her face and she could see mine. Thatâs the sort of thing that riles me in Annaâsheâs stagey all the time. I suppose sheâs made that way. She used to get into a boiling rage when I told her of itâoh, about a hundred years ago when we were children and didnât mind what we said to each other.
She threw back the veil, and turned the light and looked at me, tilting her chin up a little and half closing her eyes. An artist once told her that she looked like the Blessed Damozel when she did that, and itâs been her stock pose ever since. If you saw her painted like that, youâd say âHow beautiful!ââand it would be quite true. But itâs a trick all the same, and a trick ends in putting your back up.
I said, âYouâre looking very well, Anna,â and she opened her eyes a little wider and looked mournfully at me. Sheâs got those big, dark eyes that look as if they are just going to cry.
âDo I?â she said. âYou donâtâpoor Car!â
I would have liked to say straight out, âFor the Lordâs sake, donât âpoor Carâ me!â But I expect I looked it, for she said,
âDonât be angry. Canât you be friends and talk to me for ten minutes? Ten minutes isnât much out of three years. Itâs three years since we talked, isnât it?â
âGetting on.â
âWhat sort of years have they been?â
âOh, so so.â
She put out her hand as if she were going to touch me.
âPerhaps I know more about them than you think.â
âThereâs nothing much to know.â
âShall I tell you what I know? Itâs not very pleasant tellingâis it? So I think Iâll leave it alone. Itâs been downhill all the way, and now youâve got to the place where there isnât another step at all.â
It sounds bald and brutal written down, but she said it in a sweet sad way, and at the end her voice broke into the sort of sigh which had come from the dark corner of the car.
âWhat did you want to talk to me about?â I said.
âYou and me. Do you hate me, Car?â
âI wish you wouldnât talk nonsense!â
She laughed again,
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