"A lot of rubbish. I don't know what she was driving at, I'm hanged if I do. But if I didn't like Rolls, I'd suspect."
"But you do like him. And so do I."
"I've noticed that. So would Mubs, if she ever noticed anything that didn't wave suffragette colours."
"And I shall go on liking him—'right straight on,' as he'd say himself. Nothing that Ena or anybody else could tell me would make me believe a word against him. And the girl's nice, too. I'm sure she is. But how too endlessly quaint she should be in the shop."
"She intimated politely, when we asked her questions, that it was a last resort."
"I should think so, indeed! She was—well, not a beauty exactly, but too weirdly fascinating."
"
She hasn't changed. Only she looked scared at the sight of us. And she's thinner in the face. Her eyes seemed to have grown too big for it. Ena said Petro mustn't find out where she is. Rather rum—what?"
"Is this the thing that's made you so grumpy ever since?"
"I don't know that I've been grumpy. Only a bit reflective. The fact is––"