Ellen put her arm around the secretary's shoulders.
"You love him, don't you?" She said quietly. "I mean, really?"
Margaret shrugged.
"Yes, I think it probably is... really." She shook her head. "Never mind; I'll get over it. And you? Did you have a nice time in Vienna?"
"Not very," said Ellen.
And then, because they were both Englishwomen and their hearts were somewhat broken, they turned back into the room and put on the kettle and made themselves a cup of tea.
-A song for summer (p.291)
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