He felt miserable; from the crude standpoint of facts there was no answer to give. He gave none.
'I suppose it is all about now?' she went on, seeing him silent.
'Pretty well,' he answered, understanding the question. Then, with an indignant accent, he said, 'Mrs. Goldsmith tells everybody she found it out, and sent you away.'
'I am glad she says that,' she remarked enigmatically. 'And, naturally, everybody detests me?'
'Not everybody,' he began threateningly.
'Don't let us stand on the steps,' she interrupted. 'People will be looking at us.' They moved slowly downwards, and into the hot, bustling streets. 'Why are you not at the Flag? I thought this was your busy day.' She did not add, 'And so I ventured to the Museum, knowing there was no chance of your turning up'; but such was the fact.
'I am not the editor any longer,' he replied.
'Not?' She almost came to a stop. 'So much for my critical faculty; I could have sworn to your hand in every number.'
'Your critical faculty equals your creative,' he began.
'Journalism has taught you sarcasm.'