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236 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1960
"Get your coat immediately," she said, "and come with me."
"I'm just going to the lavatory," Tim said and disappeared with his long legs up the main staircase like an anxious spider. He did not, however, go to the lavatory, but into the library where an aged member and a young man were bending over an architectural-looking plan spread out on the table. They looked up at Tim. The aged member said, "Who?" and they both looked down again at their plan. Tim wandered over to the window and there slipped behind the curtains. Marlene waited outside the lavatory. A man emerged with eyebrows which were by nature fixed in slight astonishment, and which, when he saw Marlene, seemed to rise. "Is my nephew in there?" Marlene said.
The man moved off, assuming her to be one of the maids gone mad in her private life.
Next day, Sunday morning, Sunday afternoon and the long jaded evening - the very clocks seeming to yawn - occurred all over London and especially in Kensington, Chelsea, and Hampstead, where there were newspapers, bells, talk, sleep, fate.