"No, a saviour."
She was dressed in pale lilac—the coolest lilac in the world. It rippled round her like loving caressing waves.
"What is your dress called, Paula?"
"Oasis," she said. "'Indian summer' would have been a better name."
"Tell me about it."
"Why do you always want to know?"
"I am writing a book."
"Tant pis."
She was out of temper.