She linked her arm in Hawksley's, and they went on; and the crowd dissolved; only the policeman and the blind man remained, the one contemplating his duty and the other his vision of heaven.
“What a lark!” exclaimed Hawksley.
“Were you asking me for your hat?”
“I was telling the bobby to go to the devil!”
They laughed like children.
“March hares!” he said.
“No. April fools! Good heavens, the time! Twenty minutes to seven. Our dinner!”
“We'll take a taxi.... Dash it!”
“What's wrong?”
“Not a bally copper in my pockets!”