"Where shall we go?" he asked, when her features relaxed from their strain of momentary interest.
"Really, I don't mind," she replied indifferently.
He mentioned the restaurant in Soho. She shook her head definitely.
"Not there?"
"No, anywhere but there. I don't—" she hesitated.
"You don't care for the place?"
"Oh yes, I do. But—"
"Well, then—" He mentioned another and she agreed to anything rather than that which held so many happy associations.
When they were seated at their table, he leant back in his chair and looked at her pleasurably.
"You know, it's mighty good of you," he said, "to keep me company like this."