“Did I? ... How do you know?”
“I listened behind the door.”
“Did you?”
She tapped her foot petulantly on the floor.... Pause.... Then ...
“All the same, I really don’t see quite what you mean.” She was merely trying to annoy him. He had come to her humbly, and he was going to be spurned. Yet from the look in his eyes she knew that this last remark had been a mistake. He was not the kind of man who waits to be spurned....
“Oh, well,” he said brusquely, “I’m glad I don’t need to apologize.... Good-night!”
She called “Good-night!” so faintly that she was sure he never heard it.
He was gone....
§ 9
Along the Bockley High Street she remarked thoughtfully to George: “I didn’t know Verreker patronized your musical evenings.”