“Oh, yes—did it you?”
“Rather. And could you scare yourself stiff by staring at your own reflection in a mirror?”
“Oh, yes.”
They laughed.
But Teresa felt the presence of the angel Intimacy—a presence which, when it comes between a man and a woman, shuffles the dreams and, so it seems, causes the future to stir in its sleep.
“I say! Isn’t this extraordinary? We are getting on well, aren’t we? One doesn’t often talk to a person about these sort of things the first time one meets them,” and Rory gave a light, mocking laugh.
Teresa felt absurdly, exaggeratedly disappointed; and why did he use such a strongly scented hair-wash?
The second game of Snooker came to an end, David, this time, potting the black.
“Well, Munroe, what about a ‘wee doch-an-doris’?” said Dick, opening the tantalus.