“Well,” said Edward, “perhaps—”
“Come on!” said she, rising again. “Let’s go back and start all over again!”
“I—” Edward began.
“Oh, do come on!” she cried impatiently. “It was Arthur I saw outside the American House—when I pulled you into the jeweler’s, you know. Oh, do hurry! He’s traced me that far—perhaps we’ll find him still there!”
“We?”
“Of course!” she said. “You’ve got to explain everything to Arthur. Come on!”
“But your hat!” Edward reminded her, as a last desperate plea.
“My hat!” she replied with supreme scorn.
So they went out of the Palace Restaurant into the driving rain.