She devoured it: Really...? Really? She resembled more some Girton guy than a great coquette.
All down the street indeed, at the theatre doors, were studies of artists, scenes from current plays.
By the time she found herself back in Piccadilly Circus again Miss Sinquier was nearly fainting from inanition.
She peered around.
In Regent Street, she reflected, almost certainly, there must be some nice tea-shop, some cool creamery....
How did this do?
“The Café Royal!”
Miss Sinquier fluttered in.
By the door, the tables all proved to be taken.
Such a noise!