"But there was a point," said Freda, "about unity of interest. It may be obvious, but it's true. Didn't you drift? Haven't I drifted?"
They turned into a restaurant.
As they supped they forgot about the play. But later Martin's mind returned to the subject.
"Come back," said Freda suddenly. "Penny."
"Hand over," he answered, smiling as he started.
"Well, what is it?"
"You, of course."
"I'm sorry for that. You looked so sad."
"I'm feeling ashamed," he confessed.
"What of?"