I daresay I am. But try and remember that
I was young once and that just now I'm looking at life for you and
Ann through young eyes--and thinking what a long, weary lot of it
there is still to be lived through if you each remain at opposite
ends of the pole. The time will go a deal quicker if you are
together--it's like dividing by two, you know_.
"_I hear you ran across Tony Brabazon in Mentone, and I think that
by now you probably know as much about what happened up at the
Dents de Loup as I or any one, and are probably cursing yourself.
Don't. It's a waste of time and happiness. Come to my party
instead_."
Attached to this characteristic document was a card of invitation to a
dance to be given at White Windows by Lady Susan Hallett on February the
seventh.... And to-day was the sixth! But it could be done. By travelling
all night, catching the morning boat and then the midday train to
Silverquay, Eliot realised that he could reach White Windows in time.
A bell stood on a table near by--one of those shiny metal bells with a
button on the top which you press down sharply to induce the thing to ring.
Eliot thumped it, and continued thumping till a half-demented waiter came
flying towards him in response.
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