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What
Alison
was
not
to
know
—
since
I
hardly
realized
it
myself
—
was
that
I
had
been
deceiving
her
with
another
woman
during
the
latter
part
of
September
.
The
woman
was
Greece
.
Even
if
I
had
failed
the
board
I
should
have
gone
there
.
I
never
studied
Greek
at
school
,
and
my
knowledge
of
modern
Greece
began
and
ended
with
Byron
’
s
death
at
Missolonghi
.
Yet
it
needed
only
the
seed
of
the
idea
of
Greece
,
that
morning
in
the
British
Council
.
It
was
as
if
someone
had
hit
on
a
brilliant
solution
when
all
seemed
lost
.
Greece
—
why
hadn
’
t
I
thought
of
it
before
?
It
sounded
so
good
:
"
I
’
m
going
to
Greece
.
"
I
knew
no
one
—
this
was
long
before
the
new
Medes
,
the
tourists
,
invaded
—
who
had
been
there
.
I
got
hold
of
all
the
books
I
could
find
on
the
country
.
It
astounded
me
how
little
I
knew
about
it
.
I
read
and
read
;
and
I
was
like
a
medieval
king
,
I
had
fallen
in
love
with
the
picture
long
before
I
saw
the
reality
.
It
seemed
almost
a
secondary
thing
,
by
the
time
I
left
,
that
I
wanted
to
escape
from
England
.
I
thought
of
Alison
only
in
terms
of
my
going
to
Greece
.
When
I
loved
her
,
I
thought
of
being
there
with
her
;
when
I
didn
’
t
,
then
I
was
there
without
her
.
She
had
no
chance
.
I
received
a
cable
from
the
School
Board
confirming
my
appointment
,
and
then
by
post
a
contract
to
sign
and
a
courteous
letter
in
atrocious
English
from
my
new
headmaster
.
Miss
Spencer
-
Haigh
produced
the
name
and
address
in
Northumberland
of
a
man
who
had
been
at
the
school
the
year
before
.
He
hadn
’
t
been
appointed
by
the
British
Council
,
so
she
could
tell
me
nothing
about
him
.
I
wrote
a
letter
,
but
that
was
unanswered
.
Ten
days
remained
before
I
was
due
to
go
.
Things
became
very
difficult
with
Alison
.
I
had
to
give
up
the
flat
in
Russell
Square
and
we
spent
three
frustrating
days
looking
for
somewhere
for
her
to
live
.
Eventually
we
found
a
large
studio
-
room
off
Baker
Street
.
The
move
,
packing
things
,
upset
us
both
.
I
didn
’
t
have
to
go
until
October
8th
,
but
Alison
started
work
on
the
1st
,
and
the
need
to
get
up
early
,
to
introduce
order
into
our
life
,
was
too
much
for
us
.
We
had
two
dreadful
rows
.
The
first
one
she
started
,
and
stoked
,
and
built
up
to
a
whitehot
outpouring
of
contempt
for
men
,
and
me
in
particular
.
I
was
a
snob
,
a
prig
,
a
twopenny
-
halfpenny
Don
Juan
—
and
so
on
.
The
next
day
—
she
had
been
icily
mute
at
breakfast
—
when
I
went
in
the
evening
to
meet
her
,
she
was
not
there
.
I
waited
an
hour
,
then
I
went
home
.
She
wasn
’
t
there
,
either
.
I
telephoned
:
no
air
-
hostess
trainees
had
been
kept
late
.
I
waited
,
getting
angrier
and
angrier
,
until
eleven
o
’
clock
,
and
then
she
came
in
.
She
went
to
the
bathroom
,
took
her
coat
off
,
put
on
the
milk
she
always
had
before
bed
,
and
said
not
a
word
.
"
Where
the
hell
have
you
been
?
"
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
answer
any
questions
.
"
She
stood
over
the
stove
in
the
kitchen
recess
.
She
had
insisted
on
a
cheap
room
.
I
loathed
the
cooking
-
sleeping
-
everything
in
one
room
;
the
shared
bathroom
;
the
having
to
hiss
and
whisper
.
"
I
know
where
you
’
ve
been
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
interested
.
"
