1
Looking out of his window at the office in the afternoon, Luke Sharper saw a motor-car stop in front of the draper’s opposite. Lady Tyburn got out and entered the shop. So she was back.
Putting on his hat, so far as his agitated ears would permit, Luke rushed out into the street, crossed the road, and met her as she came out.
“Jona,” he panted.
“Lukie, at last,” she gasped.
“You were not long in the shop!”
“Just the same length that I am outside. I have been there three times to-day. Standing there, looking up at your window. Every time I bought a yard of elastic. Do you want any elastic?”
“No, thank you. Will you have a cup of tea?”
Emotion would not permit her to speak. But she nodded and got into the car. He followed her. On the way to the confectioner’s neither of them spoke a word.
At the tea-room the following conversation took place: “Tea?”