"Like our other meal in Regent Street."
She nodded reminiscently.
"You hadn't forgotten?"
"It was the night I left you in the fog."
"Like the little fool you were!"
She did not make any reply. He seemed preoccupied for the remainder of the meal, an absent-mindedness which was now and again interrupted by sparks of forced gaiety.
She wondered if he had anything on his mind. She had previously resolved to wish him good-bye when they left the restaurant; but, somehow, when they went out together, she made no objection to his accompanying her in the direction of Halverton Street, the reason being that she felt wholly at home with him; he seemed so potent to protect her; he was so concerned for her happiness and well-being. She revelled in the unaccustomed security which his presence inspired.
"What are you going to buy?" he asked, as they again approached Lupus Street.
"Odds and ends."
"You must let me carry them."