"Well, I'm blowed!" said a familiar voice at her side. Mavis turned, to see the ill-dressed figure of flat-chested, dumpy Miss Toombs.
"Miss Toombs!" she faltered.
"Didn't you see me staring at you?"
"Of course not. What are you doing in London?"
"I'm up here on a holiday. I am glad to see you."
"So am I. Good night."
"Eh!"
"I must go home. I said good night."
"You are a pig. I thought you'd come and have something to eat."
"I'm not—I'm not hungry."