Paddy turned away. “I must get my ticket,” said she.
Gwen looked highly amused. Indeed the whole performance was tickling her so, she could hardly refrain from bursting out laughing at the two of them.
“I took the liberty of getting your ticket when I got my own,” said Lawrence. “I thought it would save you the trouble.”
Paddy murmured a word of thanks, and opened her purse.
“How much do I owe you!” she asked.
Lawrence caught the gleam in Gwen’s eyes, and could not help an answering gleam.
“I’m not quite sure,” he said. “May we leave it for the present?”
A little demon possessed Gwen. “Don’t forget the tips for the porters when you’re settling-up,” she said.
Paddy looked rather black, and Lawrence had to turn away to buy some papers.
“You are a wretch, Gwen,” said Paddy. “You know perfectly well you wouldn’t let anyone pay for you.”