4
I Meet Myself in the Looking-glass
I STARED at the girl in astonishment and was about to protest when she put a finger to her lips, looking swiftly round as though she feared to be watched.
"Be careful," she said. "We're probably under observation. We can talk in the taxi.
"Quick," she added, as I still hesitated on the pavement, " or your grandmother will be displeased."
I had already decided to see my grandmother, so why not take this way as well as another?
I entered the taxi, which, without waiting for instructions, at once moved off, turned the corner, crossed the big square and took the direction of the old town.
There was a moment's silence during which I ventured to look at my companion. She was gazing at me in a kind of resentful expectation. Evidently I was not behaving
