Here were stage folk, artists, singers ... that white, thin girl in the shaggy hat opposite was without doubt a temperament akin.
She felt drawn to speak.
“Can you tell me how I should go to Croydon?” she asked.
The words came slowly, sadly almost....
“To Croydon?”
“You can’t go to Croydon.”
“Why not?”
The young man of the whiskers looked amused.
“When we all go to Spain to visit Velasquez——”
“Goya——!”