by the way, I'm told that Ovid, that great ancient authority on the arts of love, disapproved of women who pretend to come. But it's better than those who don't even pretend to enjoy it, surely!
When we got back, Mark was waiting. He took Rex aside and spoke to him. I heard various French names, including "Cocteau." Rex came over and said to me: "I want you to excuse me, Bobbin, while I look in at a party with Mark-you go on to bed, you must be tired out
I could not even bring myself to answer, and went to bed without a word, so angry that it took me a long time to get to sleep.
The next day in the Rue de Rivoli I met Flora and Joan. They were shopping under the arcades. I asked them to come to supper with us the next evening. Flora looked surprised, but agreed, subject to a telephone c
