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IN the week after that talk with Gilbert, I wrote twice to Margaret, asking her to come out with me, and tore the letters up. Then, one afternoon at the end of December, I could hold back no longer, but, as though to discount the significance of what I was doing, asked my secretary to ring up Margaret's office. ‘It doesn't matter if you don't find her,' I said. ‘If she's not in, don't leave a message. It doesn't matter in the least. ' As I waited for the telephone to ring, I was wishing to hear her voice, wishing that she should not be there.
When she spoke, I said: ‘I don't suppose you happen to be free tonight, do you?'