In one way it was merciful. It was quickly over. Perry's self-consciousness passed. Calm as she had been impudent he surveyed her. Once his lip twitched; he half-opened his mouth as if to speak, and then thought better of it. He'd talk to no woman like that. He left her without a word.
And she sat biting her lip a little while, till Dunham came to the table.
"Honey—" he began.
"Don't honey me!" The words lashed back at him. "I'm sick of honeying. Talk cash!"
And Dunham was sick of temporizing.
He talked.
So when Cecille came in the next day, Saturday, at noon, and found Felicity with her bag packed, few words were necessary. She knew the moment had come.