“ Yes—what I said before: getting as much amusement out of life as possible,” said Aaron.
“ You amuse me—and I'll amuse you.”
“ Yes—just about that.”
“ All right, Aaron,” said Lilly. “I'm not going to amuse you, or try to amuse you any more.”
“ Going to try somebody else; and Malta.”
“ Malta, anyhow.”
“ Oh, and somebody else—in the next five minutes.”
“ Yes—that also.”
“ Goodbye and good luck to you.”
“ Goodbye and good luck to you, Aaron.”
With which Lilly went aside to wash the dishes. Aaron sat alone under the zone of light, turning over a score of Pelleas . Though the noise of London was around them, it was far below, and in the room was a deep silence. Each of the men seemed invested in his own silence.
Aaron suddenly took his flute, and began trying little pa
