26 August 2014

#120 Tarts

I ... was waiting while they looked for my hat, when Widmerpool himself appeared from the back regions of the house ...
'Which way do you go?' he asked.
'Are you taxi-ing?'
'I thought I might walk.'
'It sounds as if you lived in a rather expensive area,' said Widmerpool, assuming that judicial air which I remembered from France.
'Shepherd’s Market. Quite cheap, but rather noisy.'
'A flat?'
'Rooms — just beside an all-night garage and opposite a block of flats inhabited almost exclusively by tarts.'
'How convenient,' said Widmerpool; rather insincerely, I suspected.
'One of them threw a lamp out of her window the other night.'

Anthony Powell; A Buyer's Market
Contributed by Keith Marshall