Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The next five or six minutes were spent veryagreeably. Nothing was too much trouble for Mr. Bollard. He fetched things from one caseand another, brooches and bracelets piled up on the piece of velvet spread in front ofElvira. Occasionally she turned aside to look at herself in a mirror, trying the effect ofa brooch or a pendant. Finally, rather uncertainly, a pretty little bangle, a smalldiamond wristwatch and two brooches were laid aside.
　　"We'll make a note ofthese," said Mr. Bollard, "andthen when Colonel Luscombe is in London next, perhaps he'llcome in and see what he decides himself he'd like to give you."
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　　"I think that way will be very nice," said Elvira. "Then he'llfeel more that he's chosen my present himself, won't he?" Her limpid blue gaze was raised hadregistered a moment earlier that the time was now exactly twenty five minutes past thehour.
　　Outside there was the squealing of brakes and a girl's loud scream. Inevitably the eyes of everyone in the shop turned towards thewindows of the shop giving on Bond Street. The movement of Elvira's hand on the counter in front of her and then to the pocket of her neattailor-made coat and skirt was so rapid and unobtrusive as to be almost unnoticeable, evenif anybody had been looking.