slight American accent. She gives him a long, languorous wink.
âDonât mention it,â Charlie says calmly, âI like the way you play . . .â
âReally? You have no idea how happy that makes me! Thank you so much.â And she continues on her way, smiling.
âWhat did you say to her? Iâve never seen June so excited before . . . Did you see that wink she gave you?â
âSheâs a nice girl.â
âWhat? A nice girl? Sheâs marvellous, my friend. Sheâs the most beautiful woman I know.â
Hansy seems on the point of bursting with excitement.
âDonât mind me,â he says, âI get like this . . . Iâm hypersensitive, you see . . . But June . . . Iâve never seen her like this . . . And you take it so . . . casually . . . Oh, I see, sheâs not the right gender for you, is that it?â
Without Charlie being aware of it, someone has come up to stand beside Hansy.
âHansy, darling, what are you doing, talking to this imbecile?â âWho do you mean, Missie?â Hansy says, looking frantically about.
âThe idiot standing in front of you, Hansy.â
âHim? Do you know him?â
âI saw him this morning.â
âAh!â says Hansy, laughing. âIt was you playing June, was it? Florence called me to say June absolutely wiped the court with someone this morning, but she wouldnât tell me who it was . . .â
âOh, stop it, Hansy. As for him, I donât know how he got in here, but . . .â
âHeâs here as my personal guest . . . a dear friend . . . Let me introduce you . . . In the left corner, Missie Abel, tolerable as a tennis player but intolerable off the court . . . And in the right corner, my good friend Charlie . . . Let the games begin . . .â
âI donât know where you dig up your dear friends, Hansy, but for heavenâs sake you donât have to drag them in here . . .â
âI donât think I need to mention that no holds are barred.â
âAt any rate,â Charlie says evenly, âI donât like bottle blondes. â
âWhat! Me, a bottle blonde! Youâre out of your mind! You donât know what youâre talking about! You see, Hansy, I told you he was an idiot.â
âAnd worse than bottle blondes,â continues Charlie, âwhat I dislike even more are real blondes who never stop bragging about it.â
Missieâs mouth drops open.
âIâm going to get a whisky, Hansy,â Charlie says. âDo you want a drink?â
âIâll have the same,â Hansy replies. âWhat about you, Missie?â
âWhat?â says Missie.
âDo you want something? Charlieâs getting the drinks.â
âNo,â she says, barely managing a whisper.
Missie still seems to be suffering from shock.
âTechnical knockout,â Hansy says, ending the bout.
âDID YOU SEE HANSY?â asks the barman.
âYes, sir.â
âAnd how did it go with her?â
âThe trap has been baited.â
âLet me buy you a drink . . . Whatâll it be?â
âTwo whiskies. Iâll pay for Hansyâs.â
âHey, now, youâre not going to let yourself pay for these rich gents, are you? Theyâre very good at that game . . . Iâll give you two whiskies on the house. Iâll put a little water in the bottle and keep it under the counter until the end of the evening, say around three in the morning, when all theyâll taste is the fire . . . Donât worry, Iâve been here twenty years. I know the way things are around here. I served the fathers, and now Iâm serving the sons.â
Charlie goes back to Hansy, who is standing beside the battered old piano.
âNo one but Jacky Duroseau can play this thing now. He completely wrecked it by pouring whisky all over it. When he drinks, he thinks the piano should drink, too. Heâs
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