"We're the only people left on the pier," said Rosalind. "Don't you think we're having more than our twopenn'orth?"
"I shall go to town on Wednesday," he told her, as they turned homeward.
"Shall you?"
"You haven't answered what I asked you."
"I don't know," she said. "Besides you'll soon forget that you wanted to."
"If I don't forget?"
"Well— You may write to me."
"Where?"
"I'll post you a line before I leave," she promised. "We shall leave as early as we can—as soon as we've done your business for you; I sha'n't see you before I go. By-the-bye, I don't know if you're staying at the hotel where we lunched?—there'll be letters for you from the Company to-morrow, too."
"No, I'm at the Grand," he said. "My Christian name is 'Conrad.'"