Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Down into Golders Green and out to Hendon, the miles drummed out at fifty to the hour on the great curved road, down to the roadhouse by Huntonbridge.
They had lunch there, and he nearly told her everything.
But the waiter brought the cheese and the waiter brought the coffee and somehow there was no time to tell her that they were going to be married and live in Dean Street and have a wedding breakfast in the café's private room.
Graham Greene: It's A Battlefield (1934)
The Move: No Time (Link)