"Of course not," she hurried to agree with meek haste.
The silence fell again. She cast a swift glance at Ted's profile; it was very grim and very cross. She couldn't let the silence last; it worried her past bearing.
"Kate Kearney is getting perky," she said.
"Yes?" said Ted.
She began wildly:—
"Ted—I—I—" and stopped.
He did not help her, and she said no more.
Presently the cab came to a standstill, and he helped her out. They went in, past the tempting sweets, on to warmth and lightness. The rush for tea was over, and there were not many people left now. They secured a little table and sat down.
"What'll you have?" he said curtly.
"Oh—anything."