She felt very uncomfortable indeed.
“Do let us go now,” she said in a low tone.
He struck his water-glass with a knife, and their waitress, who was near by, looked around.
“’Zahlen!” he called to her. She nodded. He went for his coat and hat, and when he returned Rosina was fastening the frogs on her jacket.
“I would have put it on if you had waited,” he said in a tone of remonstrance.
“I am used to getting into it,” she assured him.
He looked attentively at her and perceived more than she thought. Then the waitress came up and recited all that they had eaten in a sing-song tone, and he pushed some money towards her with a gesture that disposed of the question as to making change.
“We will go out now,” he said, turning towards the door, and the next minute they were in the cool, fresh night air. He put his hand upon her arm, and bent his head a little.
“Do not be vexed with me,” he said softly; “even a little vexing of you makes me great pain.”