ABSTRACT
It will soon be the month of March. Mods. start in ten days, here is the yellow pamphlet with the arrangement of the papers. I put some coal on the fire and look in the mirror. My face has that grey look of tiredness. I realise I am looking beastly. It is a quarter to seven. I am not allowing myself to think, but I feel a dull ache of misery inside me. There is a knock and in comes Winifred, the last person in the world I want to see. She takes a chair and lights a cigarette. I pull off my hat and let down my hair and proceed to brush it. Winifred thanks me for the jade necklace which she borrowed on Saturday and places it in its box on the table. I say I hope she had a good time. I see the gleam in her eyes which I dread. It means she has come intent either on imparting or extorting information.
