He had the Cockney accent, but not in an offensive degree; his manners were not flagrantly of the shop.
“Yes; some distance.” Monica walked slowly on.
“Will you allow me to walk a little way with you?” he pleaded, bending towards her.
“I shall take the omnibus at the end of this street.”
They went forward together. Monica no longer smiled, but neither did she look angry. Her expression was one of trouble.
“Where shall you spend the day, Mr. Bullivant?” she asked at length, with an effort to seem unconcerned.
“I really don’t know.”
“I should think it would be very nice up the river.” And she added diffidently, “Miss Eade is going to Richmond.”
“Is she?” he replied vaguely.
“At least she wished to go—if she could find a companion.”