'I don't intend to do anything,' she replied. 'I shall look for some
sittings tomorrow.'
'Who shall you go to?' asked Birkin.
'I shall go to Bentley's first. But I believe he's angwy with me for
running away.'
'That is from the Madonna?'
'Yes. And then if he doesn't want me, I know I can get work with
Carmarthen.'
'Carmarthen?'
'Lord Carmarthen--he does photographs.'
'Chiffon and shoulders--'
'Yes. But he's awfully decent.' There was a pause.
'And what are you going to do about Julius?' he asked.
'Nothing,' she said. 'I shall just ignore him.'
'You've done with him altogether?' But she turned aside her face
sullenly, and did not answer the question.
Another young man came hurrying up to the table.
'Hallo Birkin! Hallo PUSSUM, when did you come back?' he said eagerly.
'Today.'
'Does Halliday know?'
'I don't know. I don't care either.'
'Ha-ha! The wind still sits in that quarter, does it? Do you mind if I
come over to this table?'
'I'm talking to Wupert, do you mind?' she replied, coolly and yet
appealingly, like a child.
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