started to rain  our o ter of ttle jig to drive ts, and t inside.

    e sat in a pear and I stared up at ted ceiling until I made myself dizzy.

    ‘tell me about  it?“

    ‘I knoold me,“ ell you t. And of course tance.“

    ‘You ance?“

    ‘Yes. It’s not  an inance, but all t, I could s to you later.“

    ‘t would be nice.“

    ‘Yes… Because I  too adjacent to breakfast for cake, isn’t it?“ It ant grimace t turned into a gleam  , Invite Margaret back for elevenses. Cake and coffee,  sound? You could do ance at time.  little to see.“

    I accepted tation.

    Aurelius took  and began to polisly h a handkerchief.

    ‘ell no old to me. Mrs. Love, and ory.“

    tled into passive neutrality, a sign t, in torytellers, o make ory itself. And ted, and from   t of  was Mrs. Love I ory.

    ory, and Aurelius’s, and also, perhaps, Emmeline’s.

    tc nigorm . In treetops tling, and it  to break tting in t  turning t a s t I  of fire t I’d broug afternoon, and I’d only just put anot cold, not at all, but I t to myself,  a nig some poor soul caugdoors a  poor soul as made me shiver.

    Everyt indoors, only ten, and tting needles, and my sig o remembering, and t’s a bad  for a y. I’d got a ent? Not I. So t sig coming. After a time I got up to fetcry, nice and mature, fed  e turned over. Do you kno sock twice!

    No bot really botter, not slapdaser Kitty used to be, nor  near t mistake twice in my life.

    t time I turned a oo often t