"Did you? Who ca——?" She stopped. Somehow the formula was inadequate.
"Can't we go and have supper somewhere?" he asked.
"Just as you like."
"Where shall we go?"
"It doesn't matter to me," said Jenny.
"Gatti's?"
"Um."
"But do you like Gatti's?" persisted the stranger.
"It's all right."
"We can all squash into a hansom, can't we?"