After a slight pause. 'Dae ye want me to bide—Macgreegor?'
'I'm asking ye.'
She sighed. 'Ye're a queer lad. What's yer age?'
'Nineteen.'
'Same as mines!' She was twenty-two. 'When's yer birthday?'
'Third o' Mairch.'
'Same again!' She had been born on the 14th of December. 'My! that's a strange dooble coincidence! We ought to be guid frien's, you an' me.'
'What for no?' said Macgregor carelessly.
Once more the house was darkened. A comic film was unrolled. Now and then Macgregor chuckled with moderate heartiness.
'Enjoyin' yersel'?' she said in a chocolate whisper, close to his ear.