“My hair would be all over the place. I like to look tidy, thank you.”
“Please yourself,” said Elsie indifferently. She was absorbed in watching for the first glimpse of Morrison returning to them.
When she caught sight of him, elbowing his way through the crowd, it actually seemed to her as though the heart in her body leaped forward to meet him.
As usual, his eyes sought Elsie’s and held them for an instant before he turned to Geraldine.
“There’s one chair there. I’ve taken it, and a fellow is kindly keeping it for me. I thought you and your sister could take it in turns to sit down.”
“I don’t know....” Geraldine began ungraciously.
“It’s quite a good place, and nice-looking people on either side. The chap that’s keeping it for us seemed very decent.”
“Oh, go on, Geraldine!” said Elsie. “Hark, they are beginning again.”
The band had struck into a selection from a popular musical comedy.
Leslie Morrison put his arm beneath the girl’s elbow, and they moved away, Geraldine still grumbling sub-audibly.