“Not? Is it possible?”
“I think life is perfectly appalling.”
She moved awkwardly to a little chiffonier and put down her music on its marble top.
He came safely following her and stood near again.
“You do not like the life of the school?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“You are from the country, mademoiselle.”
Miriam fumbled with her music.... Was she?
“One sees that at once. You come from the land.”
Miriam glanced at his solid white profile as he stood with hands clasped, near her music, on the chiffonier. She noticed again that strange flatness of the lower part of the face.