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.
'Piccadilly.'
'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