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When I came back with the cream cakes, Garar Hólm had finished shaving. Little Miss Gúmúnsen had gone. The singer was sitting at the writing desk engrossed in doing sums on little bits of paper. He did not become aware of my presence for some time, or else he could not tear himself away from his sums. Finally he thrust the closely written scraps of paper into his pocket and turned round in his chair to face me. The smile came and went.
He said, "I've been thinking something over in the few minutes since you went to the bakery shop. I'm thinking of giving a special concert tomorrow."