“Everything.”
Mr. Mudge’s immediate comment on this statement was to draw from his pocket a crumpled paper containing the remains of half a pound of “sundries.” These sundries had figured conspicuously in his prospective sketch of their tour, but it was only at the end of three days that they had defined themselves unmistakeably as chocolate-creams. “Have another?—that one,” he said. She had another, but not the one he indicated, and then he continued: “What took place afterwards?”
“Afterwards?”
“What did you do when you had told him you’d do everything?”
“I simply came away.”
“Out of the Park?”
“Yes, leaving him there. I didn’t let him follow me.”
“Then what did you let him do?”
“I didn’t let him do anything.”
Mr. Mudge considered an instant. “Then what did you go there for?” His tone was even slightly critical.