“Then your two years in Paris may be regarded as so much wasted time?”
“I don’t know about that. I had a very jolly two years, and I learned one or two useful things.”
“What?”
Philip reflected for an instant, and his answer was not devoid of a gentle desire to annoy.
“I learned to look at hands, which I’d never looked at before. And instead of just looking at houses and trees I learned to look at houses and trees against the sky. And I learned also that shadows are not black but coloured.”