"Whom do you hate?"
"No one just now. I never hate people for long, it is too much trouble. I used to hate you before I knew you. I thought you were a man with a black beard; you see I hadn't seen you."
"But, why on earth did you think I had a black beard?"
"I don't know. I suppose it was because I hate black beards."
"So you don't hate me?"
"No, indeed."
"And as every one you don't hate, you—— I say, what a splendid evening this is! it is just like Italy. I mean, it reminds me of Italy."
"And here are the shops at last," said Fanny, as if the shops had been travelling to them and had only just arrived.
She stopped at a stationer's window.
"I want to get some envelopes. Come in, won't you?"