Edward was taking it as quickly as he could.
“And for Christ’s sake get off this side of the world,” added Avery. “You ... gopher.”
Edward backed a few paces towards the door. Avery laughed. His face was twitching; his eyes were burning red. He looked very ugly and almost childish and Edward, as he realised this, felt braver. He stood with his back to the door. He knew very well that when he had disappeared, Avery would put his head down among the unwashed cups. Why, the man was already crying.
“You have been exceedingly rude to me,” said Edward. He thought, “Our Hero threw one contemptuous glance back into the room as he left.”
Edward went out. As he closed the door he could hear the cups clash.
CHAPTER SIX
If love be a flower,
Pluck not that flower,
Though flowers be cool