The Enemy [antikvár]

An interesting woman I first met Penelope Ashton at a dinner-party. She was not a beautiful woman, but she was well-dressed, quite pretty and, as I quickly realized, very intelligent. She was a good hstener, but did not say much herself. After dinner I managed to spend a lot of time talking to her. I learned that she was a biologist doing research with Professor Lumsden at University College in London. She was an attractive and interesting woman. It was late when the party came to an end and I took her to catch the last train home. 'Which Station does your train go from?' I asked. 'Victoria,' she replied. In the taxi on the way to Victoria Station I asked her out to dinner. She was silent for a moment, then said, 'All right. Wednesday evening.' After she had hurried off to catch her train, I realized I didn't know if she was married or not. On the following Wednesday I met her at University College at a quarter past seven in the evening. 'Do you always work so late?' I asked. She shook her head. 'Not always. It depends on how my work is going. Sometimes earlier, sometimes later.' We went to the theatre and had dinner afterwards in a restaurant in Soho. For me it was a most enjoyable evening and I think it was for Penelope, too. In the next six weeks we went out together several times