The Feelings“Good morning,” I said. “I’m astonished to see you.”
“You didn’t get my letter then?”
“Oh. I haven’t yet opened my mail.”
For an instant, our eyes met, and I felt flustered. But then I remembered my manners. “I’m sorry. Would you like to come in?”
He hung his coat upon the stand by the door. Then he gave me an amused smile. “There’s ink upon your face,” he pointed at my cheek, “just there.”
“Oh.” I’d laid upon the newspaper! “Please excuse me.” I went to wash my face; letters from Anna’s article lay upon it, reversed.
Somewhat embarrassed, I returned to the hall, where Tony stood, top hat in hand, as if I’d never left. “I hope your sister’s well?”
He shrugged. “As well as she ever is these days.” He put his top hat upon the stand. “I hope she’s learned something, at any
