‘No, different from Guy.’
And then I sat down on the stairs . . . and the whole place seemed
to swim . . . the stairs and the banisters . . . and the doors
of the rooms in the passage . . . bright mahogany doors with
panels that shone like glass . . . and she said:
‘I say, what’s up? I say, you do look rotten!’
And she stared at me, perplexed.
Then she said:
‘I’ll get you some tea . . . that’ll buck you up no end!’
She said:
‘Come on to my room, I’ve got a decent chair.’