“Are you staying in town long?” she asked.
“Tonight only.”
“Oh, only tonight. Are you coming over to speak to Julius?”
“Not tonight.”
“Oh very well. I’ll tell him then.” Then came her touch of diablerie. “You’re looking awf’lly fit.”
“Yes—I feel it.” Gerald was quite calm and easy, a spark of satiric amusement in his eye.
“Are you having a good time?”
This was a direct blow for Gudrun, spoken in a level, toneless voice of callous ease.
“Yes,” he replied, quite colourlessly.
“I’m awf’lly sorry you aren’t coming round to the flat. You aren’t very faithful to your fwiends.”