Oh, Ive never wantedto say it, Sam, but you force
me to!
Im always willing tolisten to your opinions on golf
and how to invest my money. That you invented and developed the entire
motorindustry! Two priests over glasses of beer at a cafe. Many books, bound inpaper
of a thin-looking yellow. Beneath the quacking of motor horns he heard the sullen
tumbrils.
Gossiping women, laughing, denouncing, forgiving,
laughing. Thats what she still is; shesstill a girl!
I never couldprefer England above
America.
And without exception they talk of the Rate of
Exchange. Rather silently, Sam lumbered beside Fran down to their taxi.
It had not been easy for Sam to get used to reading
in the lounge,to dressing his mind in public. Good girl, he had crowed; you were the
best-dressed wench in the room! Im neither panning you, as you so elegantlyput it,
nor am I trying to mother you.
Silver grayeverywhere, instead of Londons golden
brown. I dont pretend to have any of these virtues. But I dont care to be seen
sitting with alot of trippers in raincoats.
Last year they began to charge extra for tea! My
dear Sam, its a matter of keeping ones self-respect.
It will be quite like home,having him
there.
In the taxi he grumbled, I TOLD you I had to learn
the Frenchfor Go to hell.
Oh, Ive never wantedto say it, Sam, but you force
me to! Im not awfully accustomed to dealing withlittle lovers in the home.