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I
told
her
absolutely
not
—
very
much
to
the
contrary
,
in
fact
.
I
told
her
my
name
and
asked
for
hers
.
She
hesitated
.
"
My
first
name
is
Esme
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
shall
tell
you
my
full
name
,
for
the
moment
.
I
have
a
title
and
you
may
just
be
impressed
by
titles
.
Americans
are
,
you
know
.
"
I
said
I
didn
’
t
think
I
would
be
,
but
that
it
might
be
a
good
idea
,
at
that
,
to
hold
on
to
the
title
for
a
while
.
Just
then
,
I
felt
someone
’
s
warm
breath
on
the
back
of
my
neck
.
I
turned
around
and
just
missed
brushing
noses
with
Esme
’
s
small
brother
.
Ignoring
me
,
he
addressed
his
sister
in
a
piercing
treble
:
"
Miss
Megley
said
you
must
come
and
finish
your
tea
!
"
His
message
delivered
,
he
retired
to
the
chair
between
his
sister
and
me
,
on
my
right
.
I
regarded
him
with
high
interest
.
He
was
looking
very
splendid
in
brown
Shetland
shorts
,
a
navy
-
blue
jersey
,
white
shirt
,
and
striped
necktie
.
He
gazed
back
at
me
with
immense
green
eyes
.
"
Why
do
people
in
films
kiss
sideways
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
Sideways
?
"
I
said
.
It
was
a
problem
that
had
baffled
me
in
my
childhood
.
I
said
I
guessed
it
was
because
actors
’
noses
are
too
big
for
kissing
anyone
head
on
.
"
His
name
is
Charles
,
"
Esme
said
.
"
He
’
s
extremely
brilliant
for
his
age
.
"
"
He
certainly
has
green
eyes
.
Haven
’
t
you
,
Charles
?
"
Charles
gave
me
the
fishy
look
my
question
deserved
,
then
wriggled
downward
and
forward
in
his
chair
till
all
of
his
body
was
under
the
table
except
his
head
,
which
he
left
,
wrestler
’
s
-
bridge
style
,
on
the
chair
seat
.
"
They
’
re
orange
,
"
he
said
in
a
strained
voice
,
addressing
the
ceiling
.
He
picked
up
a
comer
of
the
tablecloth
and
put
it
over
his
handsome
,
deadpan
little
face
.
"
Sometimes
he
’
s
brilliant
and
sometimes
he
’
s
not
,
"
Esme
said
.
"
Charles
,
do
sit
up
!
"
Charles
stayed
right
where
he
was
.
He
seemed
to
be
holding
his
breath
.
"
He
misses
our
father
very
much
.
He
was
s
-
l
-
a
-
i
-
n
in
North
Africa
.
"
