Simon
Sorry, Father.
David
Well, don’t interrupt again. … “… gay painted butterflies; the streets were thronged with hurrying vehicles, the thin peek-peek of taxi-hooters—”
Reading.
Sorel
I love “peek-peek.”
David
Ignoring her.
“—seemed to merge in with the other vivid noises weaving a vast pattern of sound which was Paris. Jane Sefton, in her scarlet Hispano, swept out of the Rue St.St.-Honoré into the Place de la Concorde—”
Judith
She couldn’t have.
David
Why?