"Oh, him and you, you're both mad!" exclaimed Jenny. "But if ever I love a man——"
"Yes," said Maurice eagerly.
Two Frenchmen at the next table were shuffling the dominoes. For Maurice the noise had a strange significance, while he waited for the hypothesis.
Jenny stared away up to the chandeliers.
"Well?" said he. Somebody knocked over a glass. Jenny shivered.
"It's getting late," she said.
"What about driving home?" asked Maurice.
Outside it was pouring. They squeezed into a hansom cab. Again his politeness seemed bound to mar the evening.
"Let's see. Irene lives at Camden Town. We'd better drive to Islington first and leave Jenny, eh?"
Then Jenny said quite unaccountably to herself and Irene: