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CHAPTER FOUR-2
Next he looked round for another victim and found a well-dressed middle-aged woman coming out of a shop. “I think by the end of the day,” Delia commented wisely, “he will have more in his pocket than you have.” “I wouldn’t be surprised. Those beggars are always a nuisance and very persistent. The only way to be rid of them is to pay them off quickly.” “That is just what I was thinking,” said Delia, “and perhaps we miss many things in our lives just because we accept far too quickly that it’s impossible to obtain what we really want.” The Marquis sipped his coffee. Then, as he searched for a rejoinder to her comment, he realised that he enjoyed these conversations with Delia more than any other discussion he could recall having with anyone else. He always had to think hard of how to
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