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“Yes,” he said.
“Well” — she rose, buttoned her jacket, and opened the
paint-box — “I must work now.”
“And I suppose you would like to get rid of me?”
Jenny smiled. “I daresay you are tired too.”
“Not very — I must pay the bill.”
She called the woman and helped him, squeezing out colours
on to her palette meanwhile.
“Do you think you can find your way back to town?”
“Yes; I remember exactly how we came, and I shall soon
find a cab, I suppose. Do you ever go to the club?”
“Yes, sometimes.”
“I should like very much to meet you again.”
“I daresay you will” — and after a moment’s hesitation:
“Come and see us one day, if you care, and have tea. Via
Vantaggio 111. Cesca and I are generally at home in the
afternoon.”
“Thanks, I should like to very much. Good-bye, then, and
thanks so much.”
She gave him her hand: “The same to you.”
At the gate he looked back; she was scraping her canvas
with a palette knife and humming the song they had heard in
the café. He remembered the tune, and began to hum it
himself as he walked away.
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