During dinner she said: "I don't feel like staying in from now until bedtime. You'll want to finish your letter, of course, so I think, if you don't mind, I'll go to the local kinema."
"You can't go alone, can you?"
"There's nobody can very easily stop me, is there? You don't want to come with me, I suppose?"
"I'm afraid I don't care for kinemas much? Isn't there a theatre somewhere?"
"No. Only a kinema. I looked in the Seacliffe Gazette. In the summer there are Pierrots on the sands, of course."
"So you want to go alone to the kinema?"
"Yes."
"All right. But I'll meet you when it's over. Half-past ten, I suppose?"
"Probably about then. You don't mind me leaving you for a few hours, do you?"
"Oh, not at all. I hope you have a good time. I'm sure I can quite understand you being bored with Seacliffe. It's the deadest hole I've ever struck."