"Well, she's in love with him, and I did think he was with her, sort of; not crazy, the way she is, but I always thought Elliott had a mother-fixation, and I thought he'd sort of transferred it to Donatia. Shall I fill the kettle?
And my bed with chintz curtains is seen,
Within the dark something the something awoke—"
"What?"
"Dostoevski. The Insulted and Injured."
"I wasn't going to say, 'What is it?' I was going to say, 'What a marvelous book it is!' What were we talking about? Oh, Donatia."
"Yes, and Elliott. He really seems to have been avoiding her for the last week or so."
"She's a lovely person."
"Yes, she's a wonderful girllook, shall we draw the curtains, or leave them open?"
"Leave them open." And she almost said, "So we can see that first little star, like a silver fish in a deep blue sea," but since Elliott was coming she decided to save it. "But, Gobby,
