“Yes!” She clapped her hands. “Now!”
“Our supper....”
“What of it? There are other places to eat, a dog-wagon will do. Come!” She rose, her eyes dancing.
He rose too, throwing his napkin on the table. “Never put off till tomorrow—”
He helped her on with her coat, and when the surprised waiter came with the wine, he demanded his check.
“Yes, sir. And the wine, sir?”
“Give it to me!” said the girl.
He handed it over with a dignified gesture.
“You should have borrowed a corkscrew, too!” said Felix, as they left the room.
“I didn’t want the wine,” she said. “I just wanted to walk out with it under my arm. I thought you might object.”