concertwards

Updated: May 18, 2025

The V.A.D., her trays finished, appeared in the doorway. The little room seemed full of people. "There's a concert," I said, looking at the V.A.D. with distaste. She looked at me uncertainly: "Aren't you coming?" "No," I said, "I've a note to write," forgetting that the new Sister might not allow such infringements. She gave no sign. The V.A.D. gave in and disappeared concertwards.

Enid Bagnold - A Diary Without Dates