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Even her little feet looked as though they scorned to carry her down the steps to us. Who would - if they were seventeen! It's" - and she gave a faint shudder - "the stupidity I loathe, and being stared at by old fat men.

We drew up before an immense palace of pink-and-white marble with orange-trees outside the doors in gold-and-black tubs.

She hesitated, glanced, bit her lip, and resigned herself. I went first - to find the table, of course - she followed. But the worst of it was having her little brother, who was only twelve, with us. That was the last, final straw - having that child, trailing at her heels. There was one table. It had pink carnations and pink plates with little blue tea-napkins for sails.

Hennie squeezed past her and wriggled on to a stool at the end. He felt awfully out of it. She didn't even take her gloves off. She lowered her eyes and drummed on the table.

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While we waited she took out a little, gold powder-box with a mirror in the lid, shook the poor little puff as though she loathed it, and dabbed her lovely nose. The waitress came back with the chocolate and the tea.

She put the big, frothing cups before them and pushed across my clear glass. Hennie buried his nose, emerged, with, for one dreadful moment, a little trembling blob of cream on the tip. But he hastily wiped it off like a little gentleman. I wondered if I should dare draw her attention to her cup.

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She could hardly bear to watch him. But just as the boy swerved away she held up her plate. The silver tongs dropped one, two, three - and a cherry tartlet. I felt much more comfortable. I sipped my tea, leaned back, and even asked if I might smoke. At that she paused, the fork in her hand, opened her eyes, and really did smile. But at that moment a tragedy happened to Hennie.

He speared his pastry horn too hard, and it flew in two, and one half spilled on the table.


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