CHAPTER XXXVII
"Hadn't you better have lunch first?" he asked, though he knew from the look on her face that she wouldn't. It was a very remarkable look. It was as though an angel, dwelling in perfect bliss, had unaccountably got its feet wet. Not more troubled than that; a little troubled, but not more than that.
"No thank you," she said politely. "But if you've finished yours, do you mind coming into the office? Because otherwise Mrs. Bilton—"
"She's fetching me some brandy," said Mr. Twist.
"I didn't know you drank," said Anna-Felicitas, even at this moment interested. "But do you mind having it afterwards? Because otherwise Mrs. Bilton—"
"I guess the idea was to have it first," said Mr. Twist.
She was however already making for the tea-room, proceeding towards it without hurry, and with a single-mindedness that would certainly get her there.
He could only follow.
In the office she said, "Do you mind shutting the door?"