夜雨聆风She seemed a little surprised. “Well, of course I can. We had dancingclass every week at school.”
“It takes more than dancing class to make a dancer,” I said.
We went back to our table.
“Isn’t this food lovely?” said Megan. “And everything!”
She heaved a delighted sigh.
“Exactly my sentiments,” I said.
It was a delirious evening. I was still mad. Megan brought me down toearth when she said doubtfully:
“Oughtn’t we to be going home?”
My jaw dropped. Yes, definitely I was mad. I had forgotten everything! Iwas in a world divorced from reality, existing in it with the creature I hadcreated.
“Good Lord!” I said.
I realized that the last train had gone.
“Stay there,” I said. “I’m going to telephone.”
I rang up the Llewellyn Hire people and ordered their biggest and fast-est car to come round as soon as possible.
I came back to Megan. “The last train has gone,” I said. “So we’re goinghome by car.”
“Are we? What fun!”
What a nice child she was, I thought. So pleased with everything, so un-questioning, accepting all my suggestions without fuss or bother.
The car came, and it was large and fast, but all the same it was very latewhen we came into Lymstock.