‘Oh, I don’t care — I don’t like or dislike any of them. It doesn’t matter about me. I wanted to know about you.’

‘But why?’ she asked, going rather pale. The abstract, unconscious smile in his eyes was intensified.

‘I wanted to know,’ he said.

She turned aside, breaking the spell. In some strange way, she felt he was getting power over her.

‘Well, I can’t tell you already,’ she said.

She went to the mirror to take out the hairpins from her hair. She stood before the mirror every night for some minutes, brushing her fine dark hair. It was part of the inevitable ritual of her life.