'The bill,' said Wemyss.
'Oh,' said Miss Entwhistle.
She was so much surprised that she could only ejaculate just that. Then the idea that she was in the act of being nourished by Wemyss's soup seemed to her so disagreeable that she put down her spoon.
'Certainly if you wish it,' she said.
'I do,' said Wemyss.
The conversation flagged.
Presently, sitting up very straight, refusing to take any notice of the variety and speed of the thoughts rushing round inside her and determined to behave as if she weren't minding anything, she said in a very clear little voice which she strove to make sound pleasant, 'Did you have a good journey down?'
'No,' said Wemyss, waving the soup away.
This as an answer, though no doubt strictly truthful, was too bald for much to be done with it. Miss Entwhistle therefore merely echoed, as she herself felt foolishly, 'No?'
And Wemyss confirmed his first reply by once more saying, 'No.'