"We met at Polux by Paul Pairet, a French bistro in Xintiandi, which is in the French Concession, where I usually brought girls on a first date. I was armed with a heavy bouquet of sultry roses. An old tradition, obviously. I wanted to make an impression, obviously. She was lost, so I went out to meet Her. We went into the restaurant — She went first, of course, with hips swaying. I went in one step behind. I think this is where I’ll describe Her, so it will make sense what an impression She made on me in the first moments of our acquaintance. She was about thirty years old. Her face was beautifully strange and exciting and wickedly beautiful. That beauty was in Her bold, dark eyes and long lashes, the Roman nose with a crook, a scattering of large freckles, full, proud lips the colour of my roses, a clean, straight forehead with no particular features, straight, golden hair, tanned and broad shoulders and regal hips."