Being old school, Mr. Weys had impeccable manners.
Even when he was walking on the pavement with his students, it was always Mr. Weys the gentleman first, not Mr. Weys the teacher. (See also The swing doors.)
One day, Laura and I were walking with Mr. Weys from SOAS at Russell Square to Chinatown in Soho for a meal. The route entailed a lot of turning left/right around corners when one road joined another. Mr. Weys would dart to the outside on every single occasion, making sure that each time he was on the outside of the two ladies, even though he was the teacher.
(London, 1978–1981)
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