"Why were you waiting in King Street?" she asked suddenly.
The words hurried, tumbling in a confusion of self-consciousness from her lips.
"Oh—you saw me there?" said he.
"Yes."
"You saw me when you passed?"
"Yes."
"Did you know I was walking behind you all the way to Piccadilly Circus?"
"N—no—how should I?"
"You looked back once or twice."
"Did I?"