Reflection 5Giles is in one of his grumpier moods when he doesn’t talk.
I’m glad because I’ve nothing to say.
His car is very comfortable. I always think that Hispano Suizas look romantic, but Bentleys are my favourite cars. All the smart young men have one, so that they are called ‘The Bentley Boys’.
The first time I went out in a Bentley after coming to London, I felt terribly grand and rather dashing and it was thrilling to rush along faster than I had ever travelled before.
But David’s Bentley took us into a world of our own. It was a fiery chariot in which we could escape so that no one knew where we were or could interrupt us.
It was a secret place made of dreams, a cloud that we could float on above the world and forget it ever existed.
It was a Heaven on wheels where I first
