Chapter III
In Which We Are Pestered by Polydores
Our life now became one long round of Polydores. They were with us burr-tight, and attached themselves to me with dog-like devotion, remaining utterly impervious to Silvia’s aloofness and repulses. At last, however, she succumbed to their presence as one of the things inevitable.
“The Polydores are here to stay,” she acknowledged in a calmness-of-despair voice.
“They don’t seem to be homebodies,” I allowed.