Wells didn’t catch who said it, as he put down the phone. It had been ringing constantly all morning – either Hartley-Jones again for the super, or the super’s wife, or the flipping press. A bunch of uniform had gathered in the lobby and were noisily debating the latest news from the South Atlant...
Then before (on the subject of Mrs. Beale) he let her "draw" him—that was another of his words; it was astonishing how many she gathered in—he remarked that really mamma kept them rather low on the question of decorations. Mrs. Wix had put up a Japanese fan and two rather grim texts; she had wish...
‘Better,’ she said to the empty room, or perhaps to Bryan Ferry, whose voice was crooning out of the cassette player. Replacing the tongs on the dressing table, she picked up her vodka and Coke and took a sip. ‘Much better,’ she said, and allowed herself an indulgent sway ...