We went back.
We didn't speak till we came into the Market-Place. Then Jevons said quietly:
"As it happens, we aren't staying together in that damned hotel. I'm staying in it by myself. We were dining there and having breakfast when Withers spotted us. You don't suppose she'd let me take her to the same hotel, do you? I got a room for her in a boarding-house. Kept by some ladies."
"What do you mean by bringing her here at all? If," I said, "you did bring her."
He meditated as if he too wondered what he had meant by it.
"I brought her all right. That's to say, I made her come."
"You mean you didn't bring her? She followed you?"
(I had to know what they had done, how they had arranged it.)
We stood for a moment in the middle of the vast foreign Market-Place, talking in voices whose softness veiled our hostility.
He answered with a little spurt of anger. "You can't call it following.
She came."