He reacted curiously to this unexpected praise. His color heightened and unconsciously he squared his shoulders.
“Thanks,” he said. “Then you ought to trust me to be able to find another lunch-place. Besides, you forget I found this myself. Are you going to have an éclair to-day?”
She nodded and started to rise.
“Sit still; I’ll get it for you.”
Before she could protest he was halfway to the counter. She sat back in her chair with an expression that was half-frown and half-smile.
When he came back she slipped a nickel upon the arm of his chair.
“What’s this for?” he demanded.
“For the éclair, of course.”
“You––you needn’t have done that.”
“I’ll pay my own way, thank you,” she answered, her face hardening a little.