It is not that she wants to bird-watch, or that she doesn’t want to bird-watch, just that she doesn’t want to be waiting all morning to find out if she is going to go bird-watching or not. He didn’t say he was definitely going, after all, did he? And of course it doesn’t really matter. Pete and Lucy and the Eintopfs would all think it was very funny (Oh, poor Faith, Lucy would say, don’t let him bully you), and anyway Faith would have nothing to say to him. He is so silly, with his pith helmet or whatever it is and gold necklace and questions about why she taps her foot so much and how she can stand the Eintopfs. She is, in retrospect, embarrassed that she answered all these with such earnestness yesterday evening. It was a cocktail party, for God’s sake. He was probably expecting sly, witty responses; a Frenchwoman would certainly have been sarcastic and smart, not hopelessly, drunkenly sincere. Pushing at the eggs on her plate and pretending to read the paper, Faith decides she will go back up to her room after breakfast so that she doesn’t have to wait.
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