Letters From Paris

*He nods almost unconsciously at the amendments to the tea, a politely controlled smile at Wright as he adds three sugars - adding none to his own.

Then he watches keenly as Wright counts the time he has visited the Dressing Room, and there's a distinct look of disbelief when he reaches the sixth finger.*

You have suvcceeded in leaving only to be returned... that many times?

*He ponders that, having never managed to find an exit himself since he arrived. And now he wonders, even if he did, would he live in fear of opening any doors and being returned almost as soon as he left. Then he frowns suddenly, returning his attention to the other man.*

Then I am sorry to hear it, Wright. But I wonder that we have not encountered each other before now in that case.