As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at

each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her

throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter

with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and

gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and

gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden ..." I decided that

if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments

of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.