It was late and the tables were crowded.

Only at one, in a far corner, could she detect a vacant place, opposite to a slight, pretty- looking girl very quietly dressed.

She made her way across and the girl, anticipating her request, welcomed her with a smile.

They ate for a while in silence, divided only by the narrow table, their heads, when they leant forward, almost touching.

Joan noticed the short, white hands, the fragrance of some delicate scent.