Book 2, Chapter 14: The Avowal

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​⁠She next day she said to herself that she would reply to Robert. It was raining. She listened languidly to the drops falling on the terrace. Vivian Bell, careful and refined, had placed on the table artistic stationery, sheets imitating the vellum of missals, others of pale violet powdered with silver dust; celluloid pens, white and light, which one had to manage like brushes; an iris ink which, o