"Oh, you poor dear boy!"
"Say 'Eric,'" he pleaded.
"Eric," she half-whispered, suddenly shy.
He drew a long, deep breath, and again was silent for a long time. Both of them appeared to have completely forgotten her plight.
"We're both a long, long way from home, Jane," he said.
"Yes, Eric."
"Odd that we should be sitting here like this, on a trunk, on the sidewalk,—in a fog."
"The 'two orphans,'" she said, with feeble attempt at sprightliness.
"People passing by within a few yards of us and yet we—we're quite invisible." There was a thrill in his voice.
"Almost as if we were in London, Eric,—lovely black old London."