"It's on the right side in the corner," she said, regarding him.
"Is it off now?" he asked her.
"Yes."
Henry then pulled himself together and behaved like a man.
"I don't know what you mean now," he said, "about not wanting me to help you, but you did say that the other day and you must take the consequences. I don't want to help you in any way, of course, that you don't want to be helped, but I am sure there is something I can do for you. And in any case I'm going on coming to see you until I'm stopped by physical force—even then I'm going on coming."
"I'll tell you this," she said suddenly. "I don't want you to come because mother wants you to, and every one whom mother wants me to like is horrid. Why does she want you to come?"
"I'm sure I don't know," said Henry, surprised. "She can't know anything about me at all."
"She does. She's found out in these two days. She said yesterday afternoon she wondered you hadn't come, and then this morning again."
Henry said: "Won't you take me as I am? Your mother doesn't know me. I want to be your friend. I've wanted to from the first moment I saw you in Piccadilly Circus."
"In Piccadilly Circus?"