August 10
Sat in the gardens with her. We sat facing the sun for a while until she was afraid of developing freckles and turned around, deliberately turning her back on good King Sol. … I said it was disrespectful.
“Oh! he doesn’t mind,” she said. “He’s a dear. He kissed me and said, ‘Turn round my dear if you like.’ ”
Isn’t she tantalising?
I wanted to say sarcastically, “I wonder you let him kiss you,” but there was a danger of the remark reviving the dead.