A Fairly Honourable Defeat
“He opened the door a little wider and Morgan walked into the flat.
‘I’m sorry to arrive unannounced,’ she said. ‘I hoped I’d find you in. So this is where you live?’ She began to look around. The flat was small but richly furnished. A tiny bedroom and bathroom, a rather larger sitting room, a well appointed kitchen with a huge refrigerator. The sitting room had a very thick dark yellow Indian carpet. Low fitted bookshelves on either side of the electric fire supported a pair of greeny yellow Chinese horses which looked as if they were genuine T’ang. Sofa and chairs were covered in fine light-brown velvet and scattered with petit-point rose-embroidered cushions. Modern abstract paintings of orange shapes adorned the walls. A glass-topped table with a green marble cigarette box and a neat pile of scientific periodicals. The sun glowed in a veil of white nylon at the window between great looped back folds of darker stuff. Double glazing muted the roar of Brook Street.
‘Mmm.
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