Chapter 7
Davis was annoyed.To think that the day had begun under the best auspices.
Returning to Hornsea had been a good idea: the view of the well-tended garden, of the boulevard to the sea that gave on the desolate shore for low tide, an irregular expanse of sand and gravel still impregnated with water; the screams of the seagulls... Yes, that was what was needed.
The desire leapt to go out, to mix with people, to live at least a part of normal life had arisen in him imperious that morning. Mrs. Clarke's list had aroused in him that unusual impulse of nostalgia for normality that on other occasions and in other contexts he had not only abhorred, but even tried to eliminate from the sphere of his thoughts. This was what had turned him into the Markus Davis known to the society he freq
