He laughed, but a little wryly.
"It's because I'm starving."
"Then work, work!" said Jean.
"I can't work harder," he answered more philosophically. "I can only sell faster."
"And you're doing that too," she said encouragingly.
They needed all the encouragement they could snatch, these two perverse and desperate lovers. People who lack the sense to provide themselves with an income after falling in love generally do.
At the end of an hour, one of those galloping hours that fly swifter than ten ordinary minutes, they passed out into the lane again. The mist was now so thick that even when the way grew straight they could see no more than two lamps ahead, and it was very chill and damp.
"I'll hail a cab as soon as I see one."
"I won't drive in it, I warn you."