"And why should we not be? We shall be! We—we are. Go home. Good-night."
She waited for Rupert, dreading his quick eyes.
"Notya seems better," he said easily. "Well, did you finish the cigarette?"
"I didn't like it."
"And it looked wrong. A piece of fine sewing suits you better."
She smiled. "Does it? Have you had supper?"
"Lily fed me. I like that girl. The only people I ever want to marry are the ones that some one else has chosen. It's contrariness, I suppose." He looked round. "Two arm-chairs? Do you always sit here?"
"Yes. Notya can't hear us."
"I see."
"And you want to see the rest?"