Again Jean paused, and her eyes searched Dinnys
face.
Would he notresent her having come as if to shield
him?
She felt more fit to facepeople and not show so
much. She walked fast, giddy and strange in herhead, and nothing but the word: So!
And on reaching London she told her driver:Cork Street.
The blacker bitterness of her mood was gone; yet
she was as cut offfrom him as ever!
Yet not one of them couldstomach this recantation.
After flying in the war hehad never wished to fly again.
Not the same sort,but as deep in her marrow. The
blacker bitterness of her mood was gone; yet she was as cut offfrom him as ever! He
walked towards MountStreet, reflecting on the limitations imposed by tradition.
Michael got out, and all the way downstairs he looked for the tailbetween his legs.
Considering, Em, that you dont know what I said, or what he said,that seems
superfluous. At last he sat downand, bowed over his knees, fell into a sort of coma.
He felt he could never express what he wasfeeling. He became conscious of a
chambermaid, then of voices. Daylight wasgone, and the moon was silvering the leaves
and branches. Whenever a man did something wrong, he went intoconsultation with
solicitor and counsel.
He seemed to Dinny that morning like theold Hubert
again. She sat down in her bedroom to write to Wilfrid.
Had her instinct to wait forWilfrid to make the
first move been wrong? Dinny sank down on the car seat, and said quietly:Drive on,
please.