‘But there’s positively no room here for you both——’
‘There’s London, and hotels, I suppose?’
‘Oh, Jocelyn!’
She looked at him in dismay. He didn’t move. She again put her hand on his arm. He took no notice. And aware, from past experiences, that for the next two hours at least he would probably be completely inaccessible to reason, she got up with a sigh and left him.
Well, she had told him; she had done what she had to do. She would now go back to Mr. Thorpe.
And she did go back; and opening the parlour door slowly and gently, for she was absorbed in painful thought, she found Mr. Thorpe sitting on the sofa, busily kissing Sally.
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The following brief dialogue had taken place between him and Sally, before he began to kiss:
‘Crikey!’ he exclaimed, on her appearing suddenly in the doorway.