2: Coeur De Carnation
VALLON sat in Chennault's chair, drawing perfume flasks on the blotter. He thought it would be a nice thing if he could remember the name of the perfume that Madeleine had been wearing the day before. He thought it would be nice if he could buy a flask. Then he thought that maybe he was getting sentimental, and if you were stuck on a woman you didn't get sentimental about her. Not if you'd really got her. You didn't have to be sentimental about something you'd got. And there weren't any two ways about the situation between any man and any woman. You'd either got her or you hadn't. You hadn't to fight to get a woman or to keep her when you'd got her. She was either yours or she wasn't. And that was that.
He shrugged his shoulders. Life was like the odd and peculiar f
