There had been a great deal of badinage between him and Zoe,
but Lilly had finished her meal almost in silence. The day following, a
toy piano of complete range and really excellent workmanship had
arrived. She returned it without showing it to Zoe. These incidents lay
between them now.
"So this is where you live," he repeated, as if his long curiosity could
not find satiety in fact.
"That I have an abode seems to amaze you."
"It does. You're such a detached sort. You rise so above the mundane
things that clutter up life, that it is pretty much of a shock to
realize that you use tooth powder and carry a latchkey. It's hard to
reconcile Chopin and George Sand probably to those famous raw-meat
sandwiches they loved to eat at midnight. Well, that's about the way I
feel about you--hemmed in by--dull reality such as this."
"I like raw-meat sandwiches," she said.
"Me too."
They laughed.
She took up a sheaf of manuscript.
"If it doesn't bore you too much, I'm going to read it straight
through."
"Oh, I forgot; the play, of course."
She looked up at him as if over spectacles.
"What else?"
"You say it has been the rounds?"
"Yes.
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