Daphne du Maurier Quote
Fine, I answered. Now what about a drink? I followed him up the corridor once more, across the entrance hall, and on through a swing door at the far end. I heard the light clack-clack of ping-pong balls, and braced myself for frivolity. The room we entered was empty. The sportsmen, whoever they were, were playing in the room beyond. Here there were easy chairs, a table or two, an electric fire and a bar in the far corner, behind which my youthful companion installed himself. I noticed, with misgiving, two enormous urns. Coffee or cocoa? he asked. Or do you prefer something cool? I can recommend the orange juice with a splash of soda. I’d like a Scotch, I said. He looked distressed. His expression became that of an anxious host whose guest demands fresh strawberries in midwinter.
Fine, I answered. Now what about a drink? I followed him up the corridor once more, across the entrance hall, and on through a swing door at the far end. I heard the light clack-clack of ping-pong balls, and braced myself for frivolity. The room we entered was empty. The sportsmen, whoever they were, were playing in the room beyond. Here there were easy chairs, a table or two, an electric fire and a bar in the far corner, behind which my youthful companion installed himself. I noticed, with misgiving, two enormous urns. Coffee or cocoa? he asked. Or do you prefer something cool? I can recommend the orange juice with a splash of soda. I’d like a Scotch, I said. He looked distressed. His expression became that of an anxious host whose guest demands fresh strawberries in midwinter.