fearfully late, under-fingernails all painted, you know how it is. So I hurried.â
He thought now: There are things you do out of love. They make you bigger. For ten years Iâve been shrinking.
âThe maître dâ wouldnât let me in! Asked me was I meeting a table. I gave him the name and he said they werenât there. The mendacity. He told me I needed a tie, so I asked him does he have one for me. âThis is the Savoy, sir.ââ
Edelweiss nodded his approval.
âI said: âThis is the mentality that produced the Terror.â And then the conversation.â
Bosie and Lavinia.
âBosie despised me already. Particularly unhappy because Iâm late, something he canât stand. He doesnât even acknowledge me. No preliminaries. Evie, I can tell, is upset because Iâve abandoned her for an hour with Mummy and Daddy; not angry but saddened, which makes it worse, let me tell you.â
Dacres remembered.
ââI was just going to have Turleyâs send you the letter,â Bosie said. âBut we donât know where youâre living, do we. And Lavinia wanted to meet in person. So here we are.ââ
Here we are, Dacres had thought. En contre-coeur .
Bosie had his points all ready, assembled in his head. They marched out.
âI remember he said, âWeâve been patient with you, Evelyn. Too patient perhaps.â He couldnât hear, artillery shell, so he always spoke much too loud.â
Dacres was surprised theyâd chosen a public place: the couple at the next table listened in over spinach. Evie was playing with a coin, spinning it around and around until Lavinia leaned over and snatched it away.
âThey were cutting us off,â Dacres told Edelweiss. âCutting us off, if we married. Because they didnât approve of me. Well nor would you. They thought this would affect usâthey really didâwhen neither Evelyn nor I cared a fig. At that age these things just roll off your shoulders, donât they? Now you see me abasing myself in this piss-pot city for a hundred dollars, forââhe caught himself before saying âa room for the nightâââwhatever I can get.â
âBosie was angry. Apoplectic. Usually he was, I must say. But gentle with animals, houndsâwhich in my experience is a bad sign.
âHe said: âWeâve been patient with you, Evelyn. Too patient perhaps.â He said now their patience was at an end. Lavinia was crying into her triangled napkin. The waiter cameâhow do they know, do you teach them?âat exactly this moment, when we were all silent, all raging, and Bosie put on his civil face again, and told him yes, we needed nothing. I thought, If the mackerel comes now, are we going to eat it? Will they hang me in this tie? But I smiled sweetly up at him too, automatic: I donât think Evie forgave me that. She was glaring.
ââWell,â said Bosie, âI didnât think this day would ever come.â Long suspiration. He didnât look upset, however. He was talking to me the entire time, did I mention that? When I come in, not a word, not a hello, no preliminaries. But as soon as I sat, he addressed himself to me, though speaking to Evie. Now what do you think that meant?
ââOf course, Evelyn,â he said, looking at me, âwhen you come to your senses youâre always welcome at home. Always welcome.â
âLavinia sniffed in agreement.
ââEverything you need is in here.â
âHe took a fat envelope from his inside pocket and placed it infront of me. I smiled. I hadnât said anything, but I was smiling. I couldnât suppress the laughter. The nonsense of him, his bluster, I couldnât take it seriously. And his mistake: the simple blunt stupidity, I mean. I had nothing but contempt for these people: I had to make my own way. But thatâs beside the
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