And an execrably vile, nerve-destroying individualism at that.
Paul released Jane, who kept cool, defiant eyes on him.
"What do you think of it ?" He smiled.

"A bit disconcerting." "The whole house is like this." "It's so new," said Paul.
He looked about him again.

The long table was plainly laid for three at the far end.

The fare consisted of a joint of cold beef, a cold tart suggestive of apple, a bit of Cheshire cheese, and celery in a glass vase.

Of table decoration of any kind there was no sign.