"What a good thing I'm leaving you!" she laughed.
He insisted on getting and helping her into her coat. As she put her arms into the sleeves, he murmured:
"Where did you get your hair?"
"Do try and talk sense," she pleaded, not insensible to the man's ardent admiration.
Then, with something like a sigh, she left the warmth and comfort of the restaurant for the bleakness of the street, on which a thick fog had descended.
This enveloped the man and the woman. As they stood on the pavement, it seemed to cut them off from the rest of the world.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE SEQUEL
"Will you let me drive you home?"