One of the reasons why I came down here was to talk with
people who weren't born with made-up minds, and who don't have high
walls around their homes."
"There are times when I would like to put them around you! If you
were mine I'd do it."
"No, you wouldn't. You know perfectly well what I would do with
walls. That is the kind you think should be around a woman. But we
won't get on that, either. Were you ever in Scarborough Square
before?"
Selwyn nodded and looked, not at me, but at the spirals of smoke from
his cigar. "My grandfather used to live on the opposite side of the
Square, and as a kid I was brought occasionally to see him. I barely
remember him. He died thirty years ago."
"It's difficult to imagine this was once the fashionable part of the
city, and that gorgeous parties and balls--" I sat upright and
laughed. "I went to a party last night. It was a wonderful party."
"You did what?"
Selwyn's cigar was held suspended on its way to his lips. "Whose
party? Where was it?"
"Two doors from here. The girl who gave it, or rather, to whom it
was given, is named Bryce--Evelyn Bryce.
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