"After all," said Marcia, "there are egoists and egoists. You are one sort of egoist, I am the other."
A ladybird had dropped on to her plate from a cluster of leaves above, and she invited it on to her finger and transferred it very carefully to the rail of the verandah.
"Differentiate," said the stranger, watching the progress of the ladybird.
They were lunching on the verandah, and the midday sun fell through a screen of leaves in quivering splashes on to the tablecloth, the elusive pattern of Marcia's dress, the crude enamelled brilliance of the salad in a willow-pattern bowl, the dinted plate and cutlery slanting together at angles of confusion. The water was spring water, so cold that a mist had formed on the sides of their tumblers and of the red glass water-jug. They considered helpings of cold lamb, and their heads and faces were in shadow.
Through the open window the interior of the coffee-room was murky and repellent; with its drab, dishevelled tables, and chairs
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