“Were you?” in some surprise; “that’s a new experience for you!”
“I am out of practice.”
“Don’t you play in London?”
“No.”
“Why not?” rolling himself a cigarette.
“I have no opportunity.”
“You must miss it a good deal.”
She was silent.
“I suppose you’ll be going back soon?” going on with his cigarette with a resolutely cold, impassive air.
“Yes! I haven’t much more than a week left.” She fidgeted restlessly. This impassivity was too maddening.