“Whatisityouwant？“saidEvelyn。“Youmakemefeelasifyouwerealwaysthinkingofsomethingyoudon’tsay……Dosayit！“
ButRachelmadenoresponsetothisinvitationeither。Shestoppedwithherfingersonthehandleofthedoor，asifsherememberedthatsomesortofpronouncementwasduefromher。
“Isupposeyou’llmarryoneofthem，“shesaid，andthenturnedthehandleandshutthedoorbehindher。Shewalkedslowlydownthepassage，runningherhandalongthewallbesideher。
Shedidnotthinkwhichwayshewasgoing，andthereforewalkeddownapassagewhichonlyledtoawindowandabalcony。Shelookeddownatthekitchenpremises，thewrongsideofthehotellife，whichwascutofffromtherightsidebyamazeofsmallbushes。
Thegroundwasbare，oldtinswerescatteredabout，andthebushesworetowelsandapronsupontheirheadstodry。Everynowandthenawaitercameoutinawhiteapronandthrewrubbishontoaheap。