She kept her eyes averted, but he saw the faint spot of color burning in her cheeks.
"This is where I think I shall get the gloves I want," she said.
"I will come in with you, if I may," he answered.
Her purchases here showed a little more restraint. Nevertheless, everything she chose was the best of its sort. When she came out, her appetite seemed somehow whetted. She walked along the street almost listlessly.
"Do you know that it is nearly half-past four?" he said. "You had better let me give you some tea."
She nodded indifferently. "Thank you. That would be very nice."
"Will you come to my rooms," he asked, "or shall we go into the Carlton and hear the music?"
She looked at him quickly, and then back into a shop window. "To the Carlton, if you please," she said coldly.
They walked to the corner of the street and stood waiting while the brougham came round to them. She turned toward a florist's and looked into the window.
"You would like some more flowers?" he asked.