"You'll come in?"
Mavis did not reply.
"We must have a talk. Please, please don't refuse me this."
"I shan't eat anything."
"If you don't, I shan't."
"I won't—I swear I won't accept the least favour from you."
She looked at him resentfully: she would go any lengths to conceal her lessening dislike for him.
"You'd better wait," he called to the cabman, as he led the way to a restaurant.
Two attendants, in gold-laced coats, opened double folding doors at the approach of the man and the girl.
Mavis found herself in a large hall, elaborately decorated with red and gold, upon the floor of which were many tables, that just now were sparsely occupied.