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 He had been standing, but now she rose to her feet and led him to the divan.

Poor Bunny.

I wish I'd never seen her!

Bunny! Don't forget the music she made you write!

I don't give a damn about that! I can't do it any more. I'm no good at all now. It's all gone. . . with her. If I only had her back!

Campaspe changed the subject abruptly: What's Paul doing? He hasn't been near me.

Harold's father sent him another cheque; so he's happy. All he needs, for happiness, Bunny added bitterly, is money. Drains received a cheque, too, and he's gone off with the Duke.

Back to Ronald.

Everybody goes back to Ronald, Bunny remarked with some resentment. He bought a bulldog before he left town, he continued inconsequentially.

Whatever will he do with it?

Campaspe's mind reverted to the dog-fight in the garden. There was a moment's silence, during which she gazed intently at the Rousseau. Bunny's expression was most lugubrious.

A perfectly divine tiger! she repeated at last, as if speaking to herself.

'paspe, I don't believe you've been listening!

. . . heard every word.

Do you know what Zimbule is doing?