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Chapter 4

           Isuddenlyhadafeelingthatwewereonebody,oneperson,eventhere;thatifshehaddisappeareditwouldhavebeenasifIhadlosthalfofmyself.Aterribledeathlikefeeling,whichanyonelesscerebralandself-absorbedthanIwasthenwouldhaverealizedwassimplylove.Ithoughtitwasdesire.Idroveherstraighthomeandtoreherclothesoff.

           

           Anotherday,inJermynStreet,weranintoBillyWhyte,anOldEtonianIhadknownquitewellatMagdalen;he’dbeenoneoftheHommesRévoltés.Hewaspleasantenough,notintheleastsnobbishEtoniansveryseldomarebuthecarriedwithhim,perhapsinspiteofhimself,anunsloughableairofhighcaste,ofconstantcontactwiththenicestbestpeople,ofimpeccableupper-classtasteinfacialexPression,clothes,vocabulary.Wewentofftoanoysterbar;he’djustheardthefirstColchestersoftheseasonwerein.Alisonsaidverylittle,butIwasembarrassedbyher,byheraccent,bythedifferencebetweenherandoneortwodebswhoweresittingnearus.SheleftusforamomentwhenBillypouredthelastoftheMuscadet.

           "Nicegirl,dearboy."

           "Oh…"Ishrugged."Youknow."

           "Mostattractive."

           "Cheaperthancentralheating."

           "I’msure."

           ButIknewwhathewasthinking.

           Alisonwasverysilentafterwelefthim.WeweredrivinguptoHampsteadtoseeafilm.Iglancedathersullenface.

           "What’swrong?"

           "Sometimesyousoundsomean,youupper-classPoms."

           "I’mnotupper-class.I’mmiddle-class."

           "Upper,middleGod,whocares."

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