“All right,” she said; “but you must telephone to the pension, or they won’t know what has become of me.”
“I can say that we are gone to the theatre,” he suggested.
“They won’t believe that because of this skirt.”
“I will say we are gone too far and must send for a cab, and will eat while we wait.”
“I think that whatever you say will sound like a lie, so it doesn’t really matter.”
“Then I will say that we do not return until after the supper, and nothing else.”
“Where will you telephone from?”
“From the café. Where would I telephone from?”
Rosina looked vaguely around in the darkness.
“We are only three or four blocks from the pension now, are we not?”