Her hand was on the edge of the seat. Somehow or other Bruce's had gone over it. She didn't appear to notice it.
'What small hands you have!' he remarked.
'Oh no! I take sixes,' said the lady, whose size was really three-quarters more than that.
He insisted on looking at the grey suède glove, and then examined her rings.
'I suppose these rings have—er—associations for you, Madame Frabelle?'
'Ah!' she said, shaking her head. 'This one—yes, this one—the sapphire recalls old memories.' She sighed; she had bought it in the Brompton Road.
'A present from your husband, I suppose?' said Bruce, with a tinge of bitterness.
'Ah!' she answered.
She thought he was getting a little sentimental, too early in the day, and, with an effort at energy, she said:
'Let's go back to the river.'