You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. ‘I knew I should find you still here. I shan't let you off a farthing.
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