Sunday, February 03, 2008

Tuesday 18th January 1938

Lady Macbeth – Hope Tregoring – No, I think her own name, Pat Retallack, is the nicest. After the class ended I waited a few seconds before leaving. Pat stood demurely in the passage whilst the others hurried out. Waited, with perfect composure. In four minutes the Zephyr stood outside her gate. Feeling rather as Mad Willy did recently, I said bluntly, “I should like to see more of you. May I?”
She agreed quietly, serenely. I felt amazed, just as Mad Willy did in similar circumstances. We arranged to go to the Pictures tomorrow night. (Together. Not alone.) I drove home, whistling incoherently.

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