Ann winced. Another tender intimacy clapped in the common stocks. . . .
May accepted a cigarette from Mr. Mason, who had an unfinished cigar. Together Ada and Mr. Alcock enjoyed the cigarette till lately reposing behind the latter’s ear.
Beneath the soothing influence conversation became less boisterous. Little coteries sprang up. Miss Gedge and May exchanged murmurous confidences. Mr. Barnham listened to Aunt Harriet. Uncle Tom and Mr. Mason discussed ‘closing time.’ Ada played with Mr. Alcock’s hair and squeaked or whispered according to the nature of the sweet nothings with which he plied her. Breathing endearment, Bob fondled and kissed Ann’s fingers and presently pleaded for her lips.
“They won’t mind,” he insisted. . . .
At length Mr. Mason looked round.
“Well, ladies and gents,” he said, “what’s the pier done? I think an evenin’ with the movies with a little footwork in between the shows’ll just about see me ’ome.”
The suggestion was greeted with action.
Chairs were drawn back, laps shaken and smoothed, pardons begged.
Ann was feverishly considering how best to announce that she was weary and would like to retire, when Bob put in his oar.
“An’ this is my show,” he said expansively. “I’m goin’ to stan’ treat to-night.”