I said:
‘What a nice evening it has been.’
George said:
‘Yes. Hasn’t it been jolly?’
Yet something in his face made me wonder.
I thought:
‘Is George not happy? Can something be worrying George?’
I never saw him again.
III
Walter was annoyed about the taxi; he felt it a waste of money, when we might have gone in the tube, and he did not like Grandmother to pay it, for he liked to pay everything himself. I knew very well by now when Walter was annoyed; I could tell by the way he sat, by the way he fidgeted with his hands, even when he said nothing at all.