The Twilight Hour
“Gwendolen came to the office. She was closeted with Stanley for some time (with me desperately trying and failing to catch even a snatch of their conversation). When they emerged Stan said: ‘I’m taking Gwen for lunch, if anyone rings I’ll be back by three.’ ‘Oh, sweetie, can’t she come too? Don’t let’s leave her here on her own.’ Stan was obviously put out and I wondered why she wanted me along, but I gladly accepted. Instead of some grand restaurant, we ate at a little place in Wigmore Street. Perhaps Stan chose it because they’d put chairs and tables out on the pavement, with coloured sun umbrellas. I happened to be wearing my favourite frock; it was made of artificial silk and patterned with red, blue and purple pansies against a black background, and I had grey sheer silk stockings I’d had invisibly mended, but as usual I was completely outclassed by Gwendolen. She bloomed theatrically in one of her Paris dresses, made from magnificently bold black and white cotton satin with a hu...gely full skirt.MoreLess
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